Katelynn Maria Arrington
Joined October 2018
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The Drifter
When my world fell apart, I slowly became a drifter. Drifting through time with nowhere to go, no goal set in mind. Day's turned into weeks and weeks turned in to months I was still drifting. Drifter at night, even while I slept. I drifted to a new place, thinking I'll stop my drifting. However, I was sadly mistaken. I still drift even when i figured out my action plan. Drifting away from people, place, friends and loved one. For I am a Drifter and drifting away is what i do.
By Katelynn Maria Arrington6 years ago in Poets