wander

I wander out, every now and then
Gathering and picking whatever I can find
I return every night and confine myself to my den
Making sure that I don’t go blind

The few things I find, I cherish and keep
Things I live for, and sometimes weep
In these I indulge in day after day
Ending the night in a similar way

What I long for, I might never keep
But thought I give, in my brain it seeps
Cover it up, with ash and dust
Protecting it from the wind, even a gust.

Abandoned

One minute your their, next your not
I know it does not say a lot.
Every time there is something to proclaim
In the end it all seems the same.

The muddle, the confusion
totally screwing up the brain.
Thoughts left hanging
It all seems the same.

Words trickle out
in a rivulet or two.
For someone so verbose
they seems so few.
And slowly and swiftly
the time passes by.
A second too long
A week in the blink of an eye.