Journeying Still Poem by Dayan Darko

His eyes sparkled
like stars
Not of delight, no
With tears
Longing to go home
With fears
Whether he'll arrive whole

With might he run
Not like the boy he was in a few market days past
Those were for fun
Now he run
With his life barely in his grasp
Wondering when t'll all be done
For breath gasps

Oh that capture
T'was swift as rapture
Where he was to go now was his matter
Being away from home in itself was a dagger
That pierced his heart and made him stagger

The pain
The momories
The fears lame
Made him wonder if this move was sane
But knowing he must live up to his name
His name as worrior, with all the fame
He yet strives to this day
Hopping
Fighting all in his way
Knowing someday home he'ld reach
Praying silently it remained the same