Stranglehold

An uneasy feeling pervades my being A sense of foreboding sways my thoughts, Beyond blooming flowers and lush meadows A stretch of barren, gloomy land looms ahead, And alone at a crossroads I stand— a path seldom traveled and a well-worn trail, I stray in between like a ship, adrift at high seas, sails all torn. Who from afar calls my name? I wandered off to seek yonder that which appeared close yet remains unseen. Feeling forlorn, I stand and wait… Who from yonder calls my name? Oh, I just couldn’t see! ~04/30/23 ~Contest: Up to 20 lines ~Sponsor: Sotto Poet