Journey Ends 1 Poem by Barnabas Markus Atsen

My journey!
my wanderings!
My delusions!
my dilemma!
The wider world of my town
i have searched.
Was in the sea but right there
searching for water to drink.
I was trapped,
like a bee,
In a honey comb.
my heart was in misery,
In search for one true love.
my soul was kissing the air,
On the hair;
asking it to blow its breeze,
Blow across a dear one.
the birds were whistling,
Helping me to search, for my rib.
it's of no good to start
An endless journey;
but I've started
And must get to its end.
it's the hard way
But the only way.
it's too late to recoil,
It's too late for surrender,
so I must finish it.