Copyright RMC September 2018

Broken Boughs

I walk this journey far from grace
Through the forests of my mind,
A pathway full sentinels
Watch footsteps left behind.

In solitude there’s more reproach,
In silence there’s more sound
And heavy footsteps crush the path
Upon this broken ground.

And what of death and what of life,
They’re shadows that I bear,
They’re dwindling leaves upon the trees,
They’re darkness in the air.

And on this beaten path of sorrow
I travel ‘till it ends.
Through crippled boughs that hold me close
In hope to find amends.

Daily Prompt

Copyright ©RMC May 2018

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