A Path Un Traveled ( Part 4 )

Vultures surround me, glaring at my ebony“ unsaved Soul“, Squawking, waiting for the “Feast of Death” The Sallow Sky envelopes me, destroying all thoughts of Eternity , a Love tear falls with-in my last Breath Where are the Stars, the Moon, the Sun, LIFE? : I stand alone scarred and scared ; “I want to go Home” See the glory of Mother Nature, touch the Robe of Father Time : To Write myself out of this Horrible Poem Inspired By the POEM “ If you can’t be a poet, be the POEM “ By Dr. Ram Mehta Dedicated To “ Dr. Ram Mehta “ ( My Literary Advisor) through His Comments to my Work