by madtat29Farmington, New Mexico, USA
May 2013 461 Views 10 comments
Traveler
Though I walk through
the shadow of death,
Though icy fingers claw at my chest,
Yea trying to steal my very breath,
I will not rest,
I travel on,
Though all hope of hope is gone,
And things have gone so awful wrong,
I travel on,
Through the saddest of dreary days,
Though the maze is a foggy haze,
I travel on...
the shadow of death,
Though icy fingers claw at my chest,
Yea trying to steal my very breath,
I will not rest,
I travel on,
Though all hope of hope is gone,
And things have gone so awful wrong,
I travel on,
Through the saddest of dreary days,
Though the maze is a foggy haze,
I travel on...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2013
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Comments (10)
When things are really bad, there are times when it's because we continue doing the same old stuff that caused things to turn bad in the first place - and in these circumstances, the only way things are ever going to change for the better is if we change ourselves... change what we are (or have been) doing and start doing whatever it takes to turn our lives around.
That's the truth of the matter. A chilling write, dear poet!
Best wishes
Bill
the shadow of death,
Though icy fingers claw at my chest,
Yea trying to steal my very breath,
I will not rest,
I travel on,
We must travel on in life, though we are beaten down at times, I find writing poetry helps me to cope when days look bleak. A very poignant poem.
And things have gone so awful wrong,
I travel on
And you're not alone, Madtat! I, for one, am traveling on with you, my friend. The foggy haze has gotta clear at some point. Thanks for sharing!!