Breadcrumbs: A Poetry Collection

Breadcrumbs

The wind hums through the branches
Stoic trees provide their shade
As I thrive in peaceful solitude
My lonely escapade

I'm indifferent to the silence
Contented all alone
I've left a trail of breadcrumbs
To guide my way back home

And yet I turn around and find
My trail has disappeared
Devoured by some creature
Empty footprints filled with fear

Now my peace turns to forlornness
My seclusion dark and cold
As I wander off the beaten path
Recalling what was told

Isolation brings despair
A bleak and hopeless life
While a good friend works like a salve
To heal when things are rife

I never thought I needed one
My breadcrumbs were enough
But now they're nowhere to be seen
And confidence is tough

I beg you, wand'ring traveler
To be a friend to me
To be my trail of breadcrumbs
That my path home I may see

But I want not for myself alone
For this is what I'll do
If you will be a friend to me
I'll be a friend to you

Together we'll traverse the world
Without another care
No need for trails of breadcrumbs
For we'll have each other there