Pathfinder.A Poem by T. Wes Smith
I travel, light years I can see when only a step I take, as
if from times chains I have been freed, yet such a sense of expediency, without
direction, set course, without a heading, ostracized from convention of the meaning
of progression.
The backdrop of life, set to dim, a thin dark cloth draped
over my eyes as a hue of the moon shines through, set on dark, drab, is this
happening again, falling once more out of my own skin, separated from this
capsule and the feelings that one can be bound within.
Feeling the weight above my feet, not all my own, the
feelings of those I love, baring so heavily down on me, I stagger and drop to a
knee, as the feeling grows, overwhelming in my heart, from my eyes the tears
start to flow, onset with an overwhelming sorrow
My mind wonders, in an attempt to locate answers, as my eyes
search the archives of my mind, trying only to find, where this path is
supposed to lead, questions without conclusion, perpetuates the hopelessness
and feeds with inability and no possibility of ingestion.
The meaning that lies behind these beaten and battered feet,
I cannot find it for the life of me,
The colors saturate as the filters fade, to lighten the load
but through water skewed vision I’ve seen, this walk so cumbersome and daunting
is the baggage of my life, I have carried on in strife, but the journey of my
light, it has ended for me.
Feeling the guilt of the survivor although it is I, this time who has
left that of the living, and all I can think is how this wasn’t the way it was
supposed to be, so much more to show you, of what is deep inside of me .
But as I awoke so abrupt drenched in this sweat, I come to
realize that it’s not over yet, the chance I have seen, to be truly me, and
share all my possibilities, make the most of this paradigm, stop wasting time
and show everyone, how much can really be done, with just this one life.
© 2012 T. Wes SmithFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on January 11, 2012 Last Updated on January 11, 2012 AuthorT. Wes SmithColumbus, OHAboutI am from Ohio, i love to write, tell me what you think, I am closing my read request because they are hard to keep up with while being stuck out here working my a*s off, plus I refuse to answer to re.. more..Writing
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