Wander

Just a Poem

As night falls, the tears come back again.


So preceeds the world of blurry eyed images of light reflections surrounding me.



With every tear my eyes grow heavier.



Suddenly closing, drifting into my make-believe memories.



In spite of realities that haunt my wandering eye



Wandering in the wrong directiong as it goes far from its origin, its so scarcely home.