The astral hitchiker...(short poem)
I need help..., I need saving, Feeling like ive been hung out to dry out here, God displays his back for me to see, His tattoo of the world, This image doesnt match the reality, Feeling strongly detached, But still not accepted by the other side, Who the hell am i?, I dont belong here, I dont belong there, An astral hitchiker, Trapped in a desprate vessel, Seeking home, But only finding hotels, And empty roads, I open my mouth, And may as well stayed silent, These beings only understand the language of violence, Im lost,
Chris Dawson
Fri 22nd May 2009 09:05
'Seeking home, But only finding hotels'
- excellent line!
Cx