Seeking my destiny's trail,
I walk against the crowd,
Ensnared by old memories
fears hunting me down.
causing me to pause
to repair my heart's incision,
refusing to look back,
as i cut without care to precision.
For I am now the noose, the rapist
the glint on a moonlit knife,
I now control the fate
of your infernal life.
Eerie capering revelers surround
They all lack any vision,
Caring to just feed off the weak
who know only indecision.
Revelers prey on these souls
wanting to be their candyman,
no other trades to ply,
in this barren forsaken land.
Relationships rarely last here
just glimpses of what could be.
As I travel through here and look
sad glimpses are all I can see.
Not to be daunted, I go on
still searching my destiny trail's end.
For it may take a lifetime,
or could be just around the bend.
Yes Cath i to a traveller in search of kismet at rainbows end hoping to find my holy grail, meet you on the way and talk for a while [ ten] Chris
Keep writing in 'Raw' its good, a nice write reguards...
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I would like to translate this poem
Very good. Destiny can be a funny Thing. Take a look at two of my new Poems. Boy to a man and for michael hicky. Both true storys. Did destiny play a part in it.