Raindrops kissing my eyebrows,
I regretted leaving the house.
I looked around and saw strangers
With huge weight on their shoulders.
Empty stomachs falling in line
With minds barely stable,
Was it a new adventure to define
Or just another day to feel small?
Arm wrestling with time,
We’re all heading somewhere —
Finding words that rhyme
Or just a breath of fresh air.
And when the sun slowly decays,
All we need is a resting space.
But as the streets grew darker,
I could only write a poem,
For I am a worn-out wanderer
Who missed the last train home.
Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 10:16 AM UTC
Raindrops kissing my eyebrows,
I regretted leaving the house.
I looked around and saw strangers
With huge weight on their shoulders.
Empty stomachs falling in line
With minds barely stable,
Was it a new adventure to define
Or just another day to feel small?
Arm wrestling with time,
We’re all heading somewhere —
Finding words that rhyme
Or just a breath of fresh air.
And when the sun slowly decays,
All we need is a resting space.
But as the streets grew darker,
I could only write a poem,
For I am a worn-out wanderer
Who missed the last train home.
