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Misty Journey

I begin with a small step of hope
through a vast place of uncertainties,
a blurring trail of future anticipation,
I wait in agony.

Looking down the pathway
I struggle to step precariously
studying its precedence
I envision an intimidation
the risk to linger is treacherous
a foreboding dread is eminent,
staying will be peril enough.

Endurance is an arduous desire
promenading a progressive mark,
expect heavy burden.

Desolation is as lost as a raging river,
slumping on a stream, cascading viciously,
my mortal brain communes for enlightenment,
as I drag it brutally close to sleep,
I wake up sweating profusely.

A lost dream in the midst of misty journey?

In the smog I whisper the soft words,
a faint murmur echoes back.
A sigh hurdles into my dusty lungs,
wheezing a faded graphite whiff,
euthanasia postpones its demise.

I walk lightly, gently, perspiring vehemently,
savagely stroke my angry consciousness,
nonchalant I lust for my existence,
craving for discernment,
I yearn for high mercy,
I kneel with dignity.

Darkened sky, rumbling sounds,
bursting lightning accommodates my ranting,
unable to hear the crumbling voices
of nature's wailing trouble,
I cry a piercing prayer
in the depth of momentous agony,
a layer of gasping sounds mumble,
crackling clasp of howling thunder echo,
shivering the blackness of my bones,
I lay my petition naked in milieu,
prognosticate my longing to come to fruition,
waiting to be heard emphatically,
I claim victory triumphantly.

Shall I visit the boneyard of the faithless?

I look into the misty journey like mirror,
it mimics my quest, my life and my future,
reaching beyond my curb,
I face it like my nemesis,
able to grab its end and haul deep into abyss,
with lifeless trail it will end,
ineffectual as a dead raven
lying a departed impassive creature into the abyss,
not a crackling resonance heeded,
no not a faint sound.
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Submitted by jgpen on April 13, 2021

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