Flock To A Wayward Soul
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read
Sometimes are you scared
and wish there was someone not holding your hand?
Some other place,
another day,
a dying wish not to understand.
Flock to a wayward soul,
he feeds his herd with scraps of words that he stole.
The mark of a brave new world,
where people stare and grin while speaking in code.
And now you’re okay,
self-resolved, I can tell by the way you silently sigh.
A painted…

