The Lost Traveller
Out in the woods ,
a traveller there stood ,
so alone and thirsty
with not a bit of food .
I took my hands out
perhaps so I could reach him .
And with almost no doubt
of what could probably patch him .
So I took out a loaf of bread
perhaps so I could give it to him .
His face was so dark and ominous
and his eyes were so dim .
“ Who are you ?” , I reached out first .
With a face so stout and thin ,
“ I am just a nobody” said he with thirst ,
“I had to submit to the might of this green .”
I asked , perhaps reading his life ,
“ Were you a victim of the world’s fishing ?”
“I was not .” said he with a drive ,
“ But was of the system’s bewitching .
I was a part of this world’s puppet rulers ;
none with a word to say against me ,
I was drowned in power and greed ,
crushing them all , all like weeds .
Suddenly I had a change in heart ,
perhaps with a sense of my sins ,
I tried to clean all the dirt ,
even by opposing one of my kin .
Perhaps this weight was too big for me
and thus I couldn’t set them free
from this cycle of evil and greed .
Thus I had to hide away and flee .”
There was a pause in the traveller’s voice ,
which took a while for me to see .
It was his eyes raining blood
and his heart was too weak to be .
I tried prying deeper , knowing it was wrong .
“ And what happened next ?” I asked after long .
“What else...” smiling , he said ,
“The end of the beginning and the beginning of the end .”
Copyright © Vergil Lamperouge | Year Posted 2019
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