Memoir of a Lost Boy

As the rain pours, my roof makes a strange noise,
My thoughts are drowned by nature's voice.
Its strange to be the lone wolf of the pack
Floundering; I search for the way back
As the double edged sword of destiny pierces through time

My soul is impaled. Oh if only, I would kill time.
The cards are dealt and blows are felt
Whatever is left will get smelt
This bird's Dreams of opulence make reality bleak
Trying to be flick so I tweak the leak on my beak.
The stream running down my face isn't from mace
It's the pain I feel because of this phase
Though I swivel between night and day
With one foot in the dark, I will pray, having faith that I shall flounder till I find my way.

Lost boy