The Road He Travels

A man's journey in life

 

The Road He Travels

 

A virgin man finds himself feeling out of place

He feels left out in a modern world

To what does he hold to?

Is it his faith alone?

Does he cry out to God saying “fill me”?

He wants his suffering to end

Perhaps God does for a time

But the man pushes him away

He always wants more

 

Dreaming of a wife and children his whole life

He will settle for nothing less

While others speak of patience

He trudges on

Thus continuing his search

 

Uphill in the chilly snow he feels the loneliness

The wind brings doubts

Battering at his very will

At times it takes his heart

He stumbles and falls

No longer wishing to rise

 

Hope comes again, and he finds the strength to stand

Marching on he meets the occasional traveler

Who joins him on his journey

She smiles warming his heart greater than any sun

But in the end each companion are all doomed to leave

They have their own roads to walk and he has his

 

It is a long rugged road

Filled with sharp rocks in the dirt and mud that hurt his feet

Behind him is a trail of blood and tears

Marking the path of his journey

 

Each fork is a choice

Along with each intersection

Does he go this way or that?

Or should he stay on his original path?

Each time he tries another road he is lost

But always he heeds the siren’s call

Forever beckoning him to stray

Offering him all that lies in his heart

It leads him down another road

When it is over he is forced to backtrack

It takes awhile

 

The sun beats on his brow

In it he feels pressures of life weighing him down

But still he manages to push on

He is tired of searching

Tired of waiting for the dream to come true

Sometimes he would settle for less

But he remembers his earlier lessons

He remembers old pains and he hesitates

The siren’s call weakens

But it is only for a time

His curse is the hopeless romantic heart

 

Reviews

[daninstockholm]

i really do like this,, your images are so alive i could see the pictures you paint as i read the page.. well done!

[Steve Thompson]

His curse is the hopeless romantic heart, a very true write, that is bitter sweet. Found some dazzle in a few lines in the stanza that would make anyone smile. A great concet, they made me capture the emotion in the write!

[wizthom]

beautiful words coming from a true poet ,
u can always tell the best poets for you don't read words ,
you see pictures feel emotions and get lost in imaginations,
love we want it but we fail to know how much love needs us.

carry on my friend..peace wizthom