Lost And Wandering Poem by Peter Vector

'Round and about I venture forth
Never leaving my rucksack behind
I carry these burdens, these memories, my past
Sometimes a little spills from it
I scoop down and come face-to-face with the old times

Every step into a new day
Leaves me wandering along my uncertain way
With no one to lead and no one to follow
Sometimes behind a quick smile is a man so hollow

I try still to press on, the sun setting low
Darkness, night settling into the sky
I stop to reflect, to interject my thoughts
But as I pass the hours, the darkness doesn't fade
I sit in anticipation of a new day
Something for which I hope and pray
Unless I've been lead astray, or have I gone astray
Which is it?

Stuck in the dark night, awake, longing for change.

The times are always 'a changing, but am I?

I become more... fragmented.

Unable to speak, to write, to express the inner intentions and emotions and the things that dwell with the deeps well of my soul and it cripples and maims the inner self.

I distract and detract from these feelings
Unable to cope with the reality of the situation
I am lost within the darkest night
The darkness of a soul extinguished
Doused out by doubt
Flickering weakly from a deep fear
Dying in the dark night at 3 in the early morning from a loss of words and an inability to act

It doesn't follow a meter
It doesn't look nice and neat
It doesn't all rhyme
But it's a start
To reigniting something long in the process of dying

A flame in the night
In the darkness all the traveler needs in one light
And so I stand again
And make my way down the road bag on my back
Lost and wandering