hasty iris
🌻Rain of Poetry🌻
LATE-NIGHT WANDERER
Every night my mind wanders
I cannot fall asleep early
Thinking about what I can do tomorrow
Trying to wear a smile
But I realize I am no professional actor
Truly, I am exhausted
Yet I cannot move
The pressure and expectations placed upon me
Always become a fence to my steps
Often, proposals of kindness
End without a warm welcome
Past stories and every mistake are brought up again
In the end, I keep wondering
Have I been selfish all this time?
Am I a shameful stain?
Honestly, I am hollow
Writing like this is like someone who doesn't know their home address
Yes, there is no home in this world
I am a wanderer
And I feel like a facade
Ah... This isn't me
It’s someone else’s story
Somehow, that person survives
I really want to embrace them
Take them away from the crowd
Go to a quiet place on a hill
Lie down on the grass
Gazing at the blue sky
Then say, 'let’s fly to a faraway place, carrying dreams and faith that were always broken'
Then truly vanish from this earth full of cracked hearts.
solid rampart