A Weary Rambler Steps Back
As a weary rambler, I'm nearby and resting.
With arousing, he grasps his ecstatic settling.
His withered bones are currently lively.
It's been done multiple times formerly.
Bequests themselves with musings to meditate.
His danger is gone, and his agony is replete.
The burning sun won't be a fount of hotness.
He won't be lashed by calamitous distress.
A corona of splendid cosmic stars hedges me.
With the coziness of the moon mirrored body.
Inevitably my bewitching will be what I imply.
To assist me with the drudgery of the next workday.
My feet cannot scrutinize any fierce pebble.
Neither stump nor crags can induce him to tumble.
He says farewell to all his distress and dread.
It propounds that you may now sleep in embed.
How I crave a sight that all linger fine worldly.
Moreover, follow the flawless angels in the sky.
Slumber of this body will be a peaceful freeman.
I will never shed another tear in my life again.
You can hunt down such endless glees outside.
The ear tuned, as yet the speech snide.
Oh my God, prepare me for what is to come.
As the well runs dry, I truly hope to bore some.
Written: November 24, 2021
''W'' New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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