The Road Poem by Sascha Petr Gregor Evan MuellerBrown

</>I've walked along this dusty road
Walked from funerals and riots.
And i have met that which scared me the most.
Not man, nor demon
No beast, nor storm
But truth.

As i walked i saw a man
Tired, old and gaunt
And as we walked he spoke to me.

He said 'I feel your pain, i see your hurt but this is not for you.
You must not walk the world, when it is ready to forgive you.
I walk because my world is gone and i am soon to follow.
You must turn back and live your life, before it is swallowed.'

To him I replied 'What do you know of pain that is anew? '

He smiled at me and said 'I know pain that always hurts and forever walks be side you. Its pain that will lay you down and take you to your rest.'

With that he stoppped and passed away, a small and broken man.
He had given up his pain and passed along his knowledge.
And as i lay him down to rest, In a grave besides the road.
I knew this was what would become of me, if i walked along the road.

I leave a marker of his shoes, the symbol of his death
And i promise that his death had shone me the truth.
I turned around and walked bace to the problems i couldn't face
Because the truth had walked with me, and put me in my place.