Shadows stretch where weary feet once tread,
Silent echoes linger, voices left unsaid.
The wind hums sorrow in a hollow refrain,
Names long lost, yet carved in the terrain.
Their burdens linger in dust and stone,
Whispers woven in paths unknown—
Ghosts of the road, walking alone.
Beneath the weight of time’s embrace,
Fractured footprints fade without a trace.
Still, the ground remembers, sighs in dust,
Carrying echoes of endurance and trust.
For every traveler forged in strife,
The road becomes a keeper of life—
Bearing the weight of footsteps twice.
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Author:
The Inner Lens (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This journey began as a dream, a vision woven through time. Twenty years have passed, yet I continue to uncover lessons and revelations with each new day. The path is ever unfolding, and I hope you find joy in the experience.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This is a great poem with wonderful wording and images where metaphors meet reality. A fave
Great write
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