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walking down trodden paths
craving peace
diluted, tepid, watered-down peace
etched lines on weather-beaten faces
craving release
final, open, unfettered release
crawling through today
seeking simple moments of silence
quiet, hushed, un-spoken silence
where will this road lead?
a dungeon of momentary respite
a hovel of worn-down exhaustion
where will this road lead?
from yesterday's torment
to today's promise
from past regrets
to tomorrow's solace
where will this road lead?
away from fear of regret of guilt
of grief of wrath of needling stabbing truth
where will this road lead?
now embarked upon with halting steps
gently treading between the thorns
to that transient place
not a destination
a caravan-serai of hope
a place of encompassing ease
of shackles broken
of hope released
to that abode
that elusive abode of peace
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
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