"The Weary Traveler"
The Weary Traveler"
All alone again walking down the road less traveled
Rocks and holes in the road cut and bruise his bare feet
..A lone wanderer in search for his place in this world..
..No friends..
..No faith..
Only the clothes on his back and the destiny that awaits him
As the days and nights fly by like the smell of honeysuckle in the spring
..He begins to imagine what life would be like..
If he had followed his companions on the shortcut to forever
He then comes upon a skeleton in the road
..But it isn't just a skeleton...
It was one of the travelers that tried to make a short cut out of life
As the weary traveler continues on his journey
He finds the bones of all his companions in the same manner along the road
Overcome by reality the man begins to see a bright light in the distance
..Only to find..
..He was already dead..
A poem by: TheAngelOfDeath
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