The Long Walk Back

Life is a journey; sometimes good, sometimes bad, rarely perfect. This is a long winded way to say that perfection only happens once in a lifetime, and memory is all we have of it.

The Long Walk Back

 

On the long walk back from Eden

On a day much like today

I was banished, broke, and bleed'n

Not a nickle to my name

 

As I stopped to rest and wonder

About the direction of my path

The clouds began to thunder

As the heavens rent their wrath

 

Left crucified and naked

I pined from whence I came

The past then seemed so sacred

Like that garden at Gethsemane

 

I remembered days of glory

Full of friends, and wine, and song

Back before my path was buried

By the ashes of bridges gone

 

Oh martyred road of paradise lost

Once paved with pious plans

You took your toll at twice the cost

From whence this trip began

 

Then that multitude of questions

Left pondered in that rain

Read: the rewards of discretion

Are the torments of the sane

 

And in my minds secure cognition

From an irreconciled past

Offered one final recognition:

That my welcome didn't last

 

So this self inflicted exile

That seemed so righteous at the fore

Had me marching many miles

With that heavy cross I bore

 

And in all my questions concert

About those reasons that I'd run

Their answers gave no comfort

For their answers numbered: one

 

Thus on this steep and one way path

Salivations found, but fleeting

That answer is: you can't go back

Once banished, broke, from Eden

Author's Note

Please forgive all the religious metaphors. I'm not particularly religious myself, but simply used the symbolism to help me say what needed to come out of my mind.

Reviews

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

Fantastic poem. I absolutely did not mind the religious metaphors. They seem to suit this poem very well.

[Tobin]

Thank you Yari. You should see my smile...