Running Away

Broken down in a place.
I have no clue where I am.
Searching for another wandering person.
I am alone.
Walking on the life’s dirt rode.
I see stopping places.
One stop is for love.
Another for recovery.
The next I will not say.
I wish to feel a hand.
Any hand will do.
Holding myself close.
I sit lonely on the ground.
Misery engulfs me.
Like a blanket I don’t want.
I wish to be home.