The End

The End

A blanket of cloud

covers the sky

the edges of life

are passing me by

I trudge

I trapse

with no clue where I’m going

I know that it’s somewhere thats out of my reach

Dreaming of ventures through uncharted lands

Never quite knowing what’s going on

Never quite finding my spiritual home

You’ll never amount to my family’s dreams for me

of wealth and fortune and keen of quality

you’re not of our kind my dear

much as you tried

and I’d hoped

You’re the ‘wrong’ in ‘right’ clothing

a fake

an imposter

I’ll never forget what you promised me

I’ll never be able to break free

God knows that I tried

but that part of me’s died now

The End