My Mind Is a Drifter
On the ocean foam, and on coral rifts -
My mind is a drifter, it sobs as it lives.
My heart is a beggar, in the desert of Dawn,
It strips itself naked on Seacoast forlorn.
My groundless body, my penniless purse,
My homeless affections that I shouldn’t nurse,
My unwanted existence, my entrances forced,
My shame and my cravings– let Ocean awash.
My mind is a drifter, a runner-away,
Too tired to run, too scared to stay.
My mind is a screamer without voice,
For being forgiven was never a choice.
AP
