The road spreads out before me,
Like the all engulfing unknown sea
Before Columbus.
The moonlight spreads a silver sheet.
My hopes and dreams under my feet
Crash to a thousand pieces.
Monsters tell me I’m dead, they call me again.
But I still feel the hot blood running through my vein
Into my confused brain gushes the crimson stream.
I keep walking the endless way.
My tired revolting feet want to sway,
But my curious eyes want to explore.
I know not where I go;
Or perhaps, I think I know,
I’m on a pilgrimage to “nowhere”.
2 comments:
That was lovely, especially how you described the sensations you were feeling, those of doubt, despair, leading to "nowhere".
However, I assume it was 'inspired', to a certain extent, by Imaginary?
lovely expression of a state of mind:)
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