Staring, into the distance
wondering, just how far we've come
Yes is been a shitty journey
stumbling over
everything
we're still
here
at least I think
Walking not so firmly
check that wobble in your step
lift your head high,
till you stumble once more
Tis' part of life they say,
this stumbling
yet tis' not the stumbling
but the falling
over
and over
again
pain, comes with the distance
it hurts, but you just keep going
wondering,
just why,
everything...
why this
has to go on,
you question your
walk
continuance
journey
why you
have to go on,
how easy it would be
to just
stop
now
forever
and ever
forever lost.
Walking, into the distance
the pain,of yesteryear in your eyes
doesn't matter you say
life
has to go on,
there is no why.
And so we do.
I have no clue what this is.
I would call it poetry if not for the fear of insulting thousands of poets around the world. Many of which are gifted with scathing wit.
sighs