Chronicle Poem by Richard Lam

The early sun is behind my back
Then it climbs over my shoulders
A fiery ball burning
Like it's been burning for the last millions of years
My lips feel cracked and dry
Like a well empty of water so long ago
But I'm walking
I must keep going

The ugly blisters
The nasty sores
They're bleeding
They're hurting
I am scared
Like a fish forced out of water
But I'm walking
I must keep going

The ancient moon comes
Then the stars begin to surround it
A single lantern and countless little candles glowing
Like they've been glowing for many many past millennia
My heart feels peace
Like a lost ship finding shore
Or a mad sinner confronting his evils
I can stop walking
I can stop going