The Journey

An experimental style poem of mine

The journey

I seek the source of ignorance,

Of prejudice, hatred, and death.

My only source the claim of yours,

That gives me nothing but questions.

 

I'm searching continuously,

On the paths I know,

In both high and low.

Deciding spontaneously,

 

I continue into dakrness,

of threats unaware.

For survival's unlikeliness,

I did not prepare.

 

Fatal insistence,

On jounerys without any end.

Stupid dependence,

On your unwillingness to bend.

 

A story once known,

will not ever be forgotten.

Just lost in the minds of men,

Each of them their own.

 

I wish I could know

The way of the past

Route of the present

Future directions

Author's Note

A new type of poem I'm working on