Wanderer

I’ve lived

like a vagabond

never knowing a time

of secure tomorrows;

never knowing when

my mind might collapse

in upon itself

and send me down a road

I didn’t even know was there;

I take what peace

is offered by my drugs

knowing that at any time

it may not be enough

to keep my fears at bay,

and so unable to rest

caught up among

uncertain tomorrows

and half seen glimpses

of foggy yesterdays.