The gulf between
the man that I am
and the man that I should be
has an immeasurable span,
a treacherous, turbulent divide!
The right way seems
scribbled on a faded map
where the deep dragons dream
and the sea pours over the edge
into an airless eternity.
The wrong way seems
the well-worn path
through familiar meadows
shaded by trees
ready to hang me
from their gnarled branches!
My compass is broken
the glass, cracked
the needle, a weapon
that can protect or slay;
I seek answers, and comfort
and a guide to light my way!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online) - Published: June 1st, 2026 20:01
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Well done.
Thank you!
In the dark in need of a guide. Well said
Thank you!
Wowwwwwwwwww, amazing
Thank you so much!
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