How is it going to be?
night stalking civility
I cannot comprehend with withered soul, the complacency
Bedraggled within my calloused feet, a fork in the road…no one seems to see
The hallway that looms between the walls of a mind…
has stopped time
As I witness the barren, stone ground, road ahead…
blistered and hollow
On and on and on, we, I shall go
Searching in the wilderness of a soul
I only wish to lay my bitterness in a earthen bed
This is outstanding and beautiful. And reminds me of your true talent which is in abundance.
It is a simple walk in nature for us to realize how vulnerable we are.
So true