70. 26/2/15 (#66)
In the dying light of a weary day,
Reaching out ahead,
Darkening the path,
That directs my eternal journey,
The wind catches my untied hair,
Dancing in distorted strands,
The fleeting shade caressing the gravel,
That halts my footsteps,
Leading towards my unknown destiny.
The chill in the air bites,
Despite the folds of the battered leather cloak,
That kept me through storms,
Though ageing and worn,
I trust in its strength.
My life left behind,
Discounted from my mind,
Forgotten like my pained frown,
Now neutral and unfeeling,
I am stronger now.
My damaged life continues,
With the next crunch of my heavy boot,
To make my way through the dark.