lonely poet


Facing away, I decided to travel
walking into forgotten memories,

wading, pulling myself out
of yesterday,
defying all logic and reason
along my journey,
collecting a lifetime of
The fields lay bare beneath my feet
moving forward, backwards,
stirring up relationships
that coat my eyes,
giving me a blindness
that ends my time
where it all began,
alone within the thoughts of
my own soul.


  • sylviasearcher

    I think I have walked this journey too.

    Where it all began, alone with the thoughts of my own soul

    • lonely poet

      Thank you, I hope your self journey leads you to where you want to be.

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