mmmm poetry

[nrwgnmerc]

The Path

What grips me I cannot explain
Great spaces call me
Brutal landscapes upon which I trod
Lands of rock
Lands of Desolation
My home is within the vines
A Jungle in the clouds
I leave
Alone
My path is one that twists
Swirling ever up into the haze
No guidance
No help
No God
I walk alone
The Last
I know not where my path goes
I have made The Choice
There are no rewards I know
Only the assurance in every footstep
The World is Yours