deepundergroundpoetry.com
THE UNTRODDEN PATH
What is a life?
Riddled with unanswered queries
I ponder on into night’s elevating seclusion
What is time?
Every beckoning hour I rest weary
I wonder if avoidance is only a delusion
Still...
I seek release from the pleasantries
I do not seek refuge like hordes of frightened animals
Running from what stormy skies may bring
I tumble and toil every which way
Wherever the wind may guide me
But a concrete place that I’m loathe to forget
Un-named and weathered, patterned ivy
Like an unfinished painting on the canvas
This place that I have yearn for escape to
Where the sky is almost out of view
And not so terribly, unnervingly vast
Where the sounds are mute for miles
Birthed by creatures you’ll never see
A place for youth, a place for death
A sojourn into nostalgia’s depths
And the crossroad, a fork if you will
A small clearing from the untrodden path
I might stand there for an age, thinking
I might stand there for an age, drinking
Thinking...
Published 27th Sep 2016
| Edited 17th Oct 2016
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 851
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
