many miles to the river
there to lay my burden down
I have prayed
may my soul be delivered
still no fire have I found
Theres a long black highway
stretched before me
heartaches likes raindrops
falling down
emptiness and silence walk beside me
my passing marked in blood upon the grouond
theres trouble like a storm front on my shoulder
theres an angry wind upon my brow
and every year the seasons grow much colder
and still no fire have I found.
I have run
as a child through the heather
wooden sword, and card board crown
I have flown like a whisper from a feather
and still no fire have I found.
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Another good poem. You might consider one more verse to explain what the “fire” signifies.
Another amazing poem. Just a question, did you mean “weather” instead of “heather.” Anyway, this is really good.