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A Wanderer Well Scarred

Contributed by baronhawk on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 02:39:01 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



I am a wanderer,
my paths have walked the worlds
my routes are tangled untold
my sights have seen it all.

I am well travelled,
journeyed beyond the gates
crossed the mighty straits
and climbed the frosted peaks.

I am embittered,
having seen all of guile's designs
been shown the cruelties of men
having felt the scourge of women.

I am tired,
my steps are in defeat
my trails in marshy deeps
my hopes are dashed to bits.

I am betrayed,
by friends or those I thought
even time does runneth out
and fate cares all for naught.

I am lost,
streetsigns they no longer print
landmarks have all gone since
and breadcrumbs I did not bring.

I am scarred,
my flesh are marked by wounds
my heart were stabbed by emotions
my dreams have long been silenced.

I am a wanderer,
a wanderer well scarred.




Copyright © baronhawk ... [ 2004-04-24 14:39:01]
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Re: A Wanderer Well Scarred (User Rating: 1 )
by deadranger on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 02:48:02 PM AEST
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I enjoyed your poem. You have a talent for affecting people.

Thanks for posting this.

Andrew


Re: A Wanderer Well Scarred (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 03:01:29 PM AEST
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I seem to say this a lot to peoples work, and it's beginning to sound a bit like a cliche but i can really identify with this. You learn as you grow, until you reach that higher self. Or the wise old owl stage as i prefer to call it!

wildejohnny.


Re: A Wanderer Well Scarred (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 05:04:43 PM AEST
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I read your poem a couple of times and gosh I found it so sad and desolate.

It really touched my heart and left me wordless on how to respond.

So much pain in this poem.

Kie


Re: A Wanderer Well Scarred (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 09:05:54 AM AEST
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time brings complication, complication brings pain(often)pain brings scars.





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