The Wanderer I

The first installment in what will eventually be a series of poems following a man through the different environments of nature.

There is not one light in here
The shadows have me restrained
My nightmares haunted by what the darkness contains
Silence is all that I hear

The heavy armor of locked doors makes clear
That no matter where the remnants of my will may lead
The darkness will not bleed
There is not one light in here

Lady Time breathes without me
My once-upon-a-time-lover, with no outstretched hand,
Caught on that I am but a feeble man
And onward lives her life in ease

I feel in my old bones one last wish: to leave
To escape the decadence of a life no more
And instead indulge in the decadence of the world and explore
Observe the seasons' changes and the reactions of the leaves

I find myself in hesitation, in fear
In a place too tragic to spend my life's end
So let be what may be, I shall defend
There is not one light in here

Author's Note

I know there isn't really any nature in this one, but there will be in all the next ones. This was simply the start of his journey. Review me and I'll review back.

Reviews

[Crow]

I sense a world of nature in this piece, your words portray an imagery of times I have spent in a dark cave, eerily silent, the outstretched hand being the light outside, and the lover being my desire to experience nature at its most wonderful. So a reader if willing to be enlightened, will see the nature in this work of art.

Excellent piece.

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Wow, This is really amazing, I enjoyed what you had to say here, Nicely expressed and written.

[Roary]

This is very beautiful and i like how you personified the color change of the leaves. The stanza's flow well and it rolls off the tongue easy. I'd like to see what you can do in other tones. =) Keep up the good work