The Traveler

The Traveler

12/17/09

The bright sky was burning

And the ocean still turning

As I stood there, wondering, yearning,

For my home along the shore.

But then my heart was torn asunder

As the village below was plundered,

As soon I began to wonder,

If of the light, they will ever see more.

Again, I moved away pacing

With my mind forever racing

About the people I saw placing,

Spacing their dead out on the floor.

I turned my face quickly away

As my thoughts again began to stray

Back to my home on that dreadful day,

The day the rain started to forever pour.

The day I left, I do now regret

But soon I shall be forced to forget

As the vile villains that had beset

The villagers came and knocked me to the floor.

My wish to go back to my home town

Was smashed as again I was pushed to the ground

As I begged for a shred of pity to be found,

But they laughed and pushed me as before.

As I lie here crying, bleeding

For my family and friends my soul is weeping

Nevermore their trinkets shall I be keeping,

Leaving their memories within my store.

As I close my eyes in bliss and silence

All the useless noise and dreadful violence,

Not to mention my habit of willing compliance,

All slowly wither and show no more.