Walking into green light
Wondering where I’m going.
Nothing looks the same
and there are no maps
no compass nothing
to help with bearings.
In the end, it’s just trees
that frame a path leading
into the unknown.
Much like my life after.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Walking into green light
Wondering where I’m going.
Nothing looks the same
and there are no maps
no compass nothing
to help with bearings.
In the end, it’s just trees
that frame a path leading
into the unknown.
Much like my life after.