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Poetry and Writings

WANDERING II


WANDERING II

S.JENSEN © 2018

IN THE NIGHT

WALKING BACK

THROUGH THE DOORS

NOTICING

THREE PATHS

ONE LEADS BACK THE

WAY I CAME

TO THE LEFT

IS FOOTPRINTS

IN A MIX OF SNOW AND DIRT

OF THE HORDE

THAT MADE THIS

PLACE SO EMPTY

TO THE RIGHT

IS FOOTPRINTS

MIXED WITH BLOOD

AND DIRTY MUD

OF THOSE THAT SURVIVED

THE BATTLE

WHICH DIRECTION TO GO

TO THE LEFT

I WILL TRACK

THEM DOWN

DYING MORE THAN LIKELY

TO AVENGE THIS MESS

TO THE RIGHT

I COULD CATCH UP

WITH THEM AND AIDE

TO HEAL

TO FIGHT ANOTHER

DAY WITH THEM

OR I COULD

GO BACK OVER

THE BROKEN LOST SPACES

TO FIND MY WAY

TO MEET UP

IN ANOTHER

SPACE AND TIMELINE

OH THAT ONE IS LONELY

AND HARD

BUT CONTINUING

WHERE WE MEET LATER

LATER ON SO MANY

YEARS LATER

ONE IS NOTHING BUT

ANGER AND AVENGING

TO DEATH TAKES HOLD

ONE IS CARRYING

ON TO HELP

AND AID

YET THIS IS THE EASY

ONE YET FRIENDS ARE

THERE

I STAND THERE

THINKING

AS THE TRAILS

ALL END AT ME

THEN AS I WAKE UP

DARKNESS LEAVES

AND I SIGH.


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