Culture, Poetry, Spiritual health

Journey

Grit in my shoe

Bad taste in my mouth

Pain in my gut

While travelling south

Many stops along the way

Too much distraction

No time to play

Accepting false gifts

Believing the good

Carry on walking

Stay under my hood

When will I rest?

Don’t think I can

Monsters will catch me

And fuck-up my plan

Tear me to shreds

Mess with my mind

Create false illusion

Destroy happy time

I listen to a voice

Thats always with me

Encouraging, guiding

My saviour really

Keeping me sane

When insanity rages

Negative actions

Back in their cages

So on I must travel

My heart filled with hope

Searching for peace

No fire, no smoke

©paul

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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