Home of the nomad

Tore my flesh to steal my sanity
Left me dazed and restless
Always wishing, wanting and hoping
Never sure, never expecting

Sitting here
with thoughts that ponder
Questioning me of my integrity
How dare the conscience dare defy
The core of my stability

I stand before the honest mirror,
but clarity's gone out shopping
I hope to buy a gift for me
A gift of true reflection
I fail to recognise, however hard i look
The fractures in myself

I sink a bottle
I sink seven more
I sunk beyond the lowest
I find myself before the mirror
Locked in my own stare
What i see is no mirage
No delusional fearfull discharge

Just a man
A nomad, lost
In the deserts of my conscience

Scared to face ones self
For in my eyes
There is a hatred
Hid below the mask
A rooted loathing
A nail screeching
Insufferability
For the nomad i've become