Trials of Sorrows
This year is in a world of its own
A world that was not one for me
A world for which I
Would suffer and endure
For which I could never know
What lay in front of me that year
The second I set out in the new world
The second it attacked me
My life was on the edge of survival
Barely living by the blade
My life was cut piece by piece
No moments rest for the wanderer
No hope for the guideless
No love for the child
But those thoughts
Can be overlooked
By the dedicated Traveler
The seasons passed
My trek seemingly ready to destroy me
The things I have come to love
The sweet rain
The smell of the flowers
The beauty of the jungle
It just seemed that I misunderstood it
For I was nearly
Drowned by the rain
Poisoned by the flowers
And Trapped by the jungle
My life hanging onto my 2 feet
Escaped the dangers
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing trying to
Regain some muscle
To move on
To get up
And Live
The time has gone by
Ever so slowly I emerge
Crawling away
Stumbling on a straight road
Forward
......................Forward
..............................................Forward
Step by step bringing me closer to the end
Weak
.....................Dazed
.............................................Crippled
....................................................................Lifeless
I bring forth everything I can
In the efforts of staying alive
Void
...................Wrecked
............................................Destroyed
......................................................................Splintered
A shadow of my former self
Moving on
.......................Moving on
.............................................Moving on
Praying it will be over
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Footstep
After......Footstep
After....................Footstep
After..................................Footstep
My path marked by my feet
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......Left behind in the Trials of Sorrow
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