Crooked roads

Crooked roads are fraught with vagueness.
Paths twist and fork in nameless directions,
strangers disappear into unforged horizons
and shapeless creatures pursue from unknown whereabouts,
their concealed nature both terrifying and curiously intriguing.

On crooked roads Songs and whispers dance
electrifyingly on stagnant breezes,
with verses so potent they swallow the soul’s purpose,
crafting lost journeymen trapped within
a vast matrix of melodious solitude.

The further one travel the more crooked the world becomes,
Storms hit heavy though ground remains dry,
hot sun chills to the bone and snow is to hot to amble upon,
as the situation both physically and mentally
becomes a twisted labyrinth with no respite.

As footprints fade before your eyes and bearings
in a morphing land becomes impossible ,
remember that regret stricken and weary wanderers
wither from shame and with persistence and willpower
comfort is never out of reach.

Crooked roads

francis  carter

Joined November 2009

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