Long On writing and wordsjourney Poems

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 …