I was born traveling

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I was traveling,

some call it 'being lost'

but there I was

not knowing what this could cost

I was low on supplies

rationed to a cracker a day

half-starved, half-crazed

my mind so full of fog

numb to the passing of time

But I stumbled on

and I somehow, somehow

somehow found

myself inside of an

dusty, aging, decay ridden town.

 

Oh! My aching feet

and how I yearned for some

life-giving water to drink

but in this run-down place

I might suffice to sucking on stones.

But as I entered the town's square

I beheld a dingy hole in the ground

with a bucket and rope beside there.

With exuberance I ran!

Well...stumbled nearer

I lowered the bucket,

hauled up the rope

and swallowed before I could help it.

Racking coughs raked through

my lungs, with my mind racing

I checked the water for its truth

and realized I saw something move

in the muddy red-brown water.

huh....!

Quickly I flung the water aside

as the creature made for me

I knew I would one day die,

but it would not be today.

So, with one good sip 

of bad water

I walked away.

Before I had taken three steps

the town's brazen bell rang out

sending a signal with its

rhythmic dulcets.

Twenty three citizens

that I counted, appeared

from inside of somewhere

and made way to the well.

The formed a straight line

waiting their geometric time

for a taste of that pitiful

disgrace called water.

Murky and brown I saw them

pour the substance

with its wriggling inhabitants

into their weather-worn water skins.

I shook my head and turned again

toward my traveling.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy this first part of a two part series of presenting my journey in life in a metaphoric picture. Hope you can actually visual this story in your head! Let me know how it can be improved too. I enjoy and welcome all feedback.

Reviews

[kasanova]

makes me think of Bob Dylan :o

[Victoria Scott]

That's so sad and depressing! You definitely caught the depression fairly well...I hope your other half of the poem has a good ending! ;)