The Wandering

A poem for poets who keep drifting

Photo by Alif Caesar Rizqi Pratama on Unsplash

We keep wandering
from one page to another
in search of that poem
to rest quietly
but we forget
that poem is not there.

For poets
that poem is the end
of their journey
or maybe a new beginning.

It’s a sad truth and maybe Poets
prefer to ignore it,
they are those souls
who love to drown
in nothingness.

Poets will be forever
wandering from one page
to another but never cling to it.