Journey In Hand... Revised

Seeming Eons ago, I picked up my pen, put it to paper my journey began Smooth at first the plains did appear, as mountains neared, I suddenly, felt fear As highways rose brushing the stars, close was destiny But fate chanced, to a dream marred Struggled up hill hauling down dale, pen did follow a life left to trail As deserts rolled in life dissolved, years dehydrated misery lived hell As life stripped joy to a desert bare eyes still staring noone lives here Horizon is darkened a shadow appears, shaking my boots raising all fears A Face gifted to angels vision envied from hell this soul reaches out castes healing spells First grasping breath pen in hand I write of my life be it, a journey unplanned …