He tries to get some sleep
but his memories are carved in too deep
For the people he left behind
they're still wandering in his mind
Creating a vision of pain and suffering
Holding on to his belongings
Dreaming of silence in the midst of a war
watching the Apocalypse from afar
He is standing there on his own
'cause a wanderer's life is to be alone
Yannick Hermans
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanderer-12/
