Such a dark windy path I take
With each leaf still yet to rake
The monster has left me blind
So much of me was left behind
Hit after hit, loss after loss
The earth beneath me a wet moss
The air around me a pure pitch black
Yet on this path there's no turning back
When will the light finally shine?
When will the path become divine?
Only time will tell; I still walk
Blinded by fear, yet able to talk
Path or no path, I am still wary
Yet I still have this weight to carry
And still I wander, blind and lost
I will achieve my dreams, no matter the cost.
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Wandering Soul
PoetryA short poem depicting one's adventure through life in the dark.
