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 …
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