Turning Around

A restless spirit has come upon me

How far still can i go

How far have i come

Reluctantly,turning around.

I beheld the path of my life

The trodden grass, molded

The bridges crossed now fallen

Yes, like they fell and scatter across the ground

Broken images, the forgotten.

I see old comrades empty abodes and weep

The stench of time lingers at the doorstep

Eerie greetings from moans beaneth my feet

And in the brush beyond dance the ghost of eternal sleep.

The crimson sun falling behind the mountain

Sunlight beams dancing upon the surface of the waters

Eased my clouded countenance and let me know

This land that i love is with me still

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Country/Region: VIR

Favorite Poets: “Withdraw into yourself and look. And if you do not find yourself beautiful yet

Good title and excellent language usage! I enjoyed the read and the sentiment. Especially these lines:

Eerie greetings from moans beaneth my feet

And in the brush beyond dance the ghost of eternal sleep.

always, Cat

Glad you liked my work Cat.I'm no professional at this but I try. Comments like this make me feel like I can keep on posting.lol

Cheers,