The Walk is Hard
The walk is hard,
from here to there.
Yet alone I walk,
in this new world of white.
All sound muffled,
under the thick canopy of green.
My heart races,
from the brisk pace I must keep.
The world seems to be asleep,
and I an intruder in the night.
As I walk,
I discover it’s many secrets
there is no fear
in this solitary world.
And still alone…I walk.
Comments
It is interesting how thoughts from long ago seem as though they were from yesterday. Your words eem current to me too :)
I laughed when I read this too!! :) You would think in all these years I would have changed in some way…..not a bit. ;)
– Boston Thek Imagery
I guess I see myself on the last words… Great Poem. Loved it;)
Thank you so much!! I think I wrote it when I was teenager, but…how little we change with age. :)