A Narrow Road I
Walking on a narrow road
leading no to where,
wanting to roam
with nothing in sight
dark clouds drift
across my path
slicing rays of sun
warming my promised lands
bright dreams break
cascade along the way
fracturing falling across my face
fighting my shadows
dying into the gray of my days
somewhere into the distance
there is thunder
deep and full of dread
dread of what is coming
my light fades away
a little at a time
walking a narrow road
through darkness and light
oppressive filling
my wells of deep divinity
walking on the edge
of the magnetic beast
walking into my depths
my oblivion my infernal feasts
full of dark things
running from the light
the light of my sanity
full of lumbering things
wanting, wasted, willowy things
glow pale, aware
bone white brittle
blood rimed eyes
my shadows run
each a mark of history
silver moonlight shines
full of sorrow and symmetry
lost loves and dry things
in the shadows of my inner sight
I see black leather wings, eyes blind
I stand and listen to the oncoming thunder
seeing the figures lit by lightning
flickering silhouetted
behind my minds eye
made of sticks and bones lumbering
a harbinger of things to come
I am walking on a narrow road
at the edge of oblivion
wanting to jump
waiting to run nowhere to go
as memory and pain comes
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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