Death By a Pen: A Poem's Paradise

13. Marching On

We shall keep marching on. 

Solitude is not agreeing with freedom

Cable cars and photo frames

Left their straight line 

A long long time

I shall keep moving forward

Forward with the wind 

Into the storms and heaven above 

Silent like a lamb, shepherd in charge. 

But their silence intrigues

Oh what a silent mead

This reprimands a hatred in line

My blood is flushed, the guilt is inside.