The Quest

I wrote this poem for a writing group

Traversing on a lonely quest
With agonizing dismay
Knew I wasn't my best
For my legs felt like clay

No lovely, lavish room
In which I may sleep
The sky cloudy with doom
Made me want to weep

The road only dirt
Under my aching feet
Strangers were curt
Only picked berries to eat

Baffled as to why
This quest, so great
Why even begin to try
Because it was my fate.

Reviews

[clemon73]

great piece. accomplishment comes with the journey.

[Elissa; the genuine art..]

This is another amazing write.
It had a calm feeling to it.
Two things that popped into my head while reading this were
"Whatever was meant to be will work out perfectly" and "come as you are"
Great work! Keep it up!

-Elissa :D