The Road From Seegur

The Road From Seegur

A Poem by Ferghul Desmond

I met a man on the road from Seegur,
He had two women with him,
Both very young. 
The pain in his face concealed his age,
The same way the haze in the sky
Concealed the sun.

I started to ask, in a hesitant voice,
"Are you lost, can I help you somehow?"
When his sigh struck me deeply,
Like the last drop of a storm,
Or the last wave of high tide.
Something final, that no question could change.

"Judgments" he whispered,
Then he said nothing more,
But continued to stare at the familiar
Dead rocks
That line the road as you go from Seegur.

"Judgments," he said louder.
"Everyone is forewarned."
And I departed for a city,
I found later was gone.

© 2012 Ferghul Desmond

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Added on August 10, 2012
Last Updated on August 10, 2012
Tags: religion, humor, philosophy