A Path Poem by Dennis Go

A Path



A path I chose:
Unpaved, dusty, coarse.

Preceding trails of midnight;
Tired, but restless though.

Miles and miles, so it seems.
A long, long way to go.

Heading back? There's not much time.
Too late, for all I know.

Useless, if I wither here.
Not a soul would see me

Resting awhile

Beneath barren branches.

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Rahul Aithal 15 January 2010

Beautifully written. Keep writing.

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Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
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