Wherever I go.

I want to see more.

More of the trees,

more of the streams.

 

More of the town where I grew up

More of the places I haven't seen

More of the people I loved

More of things I couldnt have even dreamed.

 

But that time has come and gone.

I cant see more.

not anymore.

 

I should have done it before.

Before the bullets and blood

before the death and tragedy

that seem to follow me

 

wherever I go.

Author's Note

I dont usually write poems...

Reviews

[Lilly]

This is really great - potent and with a softly contrite, longing tone.

[Mary Katherine]

A story with lots of meaning and feeling in only a few lines. Very well done. It has power to it. There is a tiny hint of rhyme which makes it very deliberate if that makes sense. I like the way you broke up the stanzas. Like I said, you should write more poems!

[Tate Morgan]

It would be a fitting epitaph for a soldier in Iraq

[Ourebro.]

I like this.
There's a sense of remorse.