Sojourner

A poem

I lay alone under the dark of the moon, as my mind fades into a world of gloom.

A voice of pain had once sung to me, it told me horrid tales of a lonely wanderer.

He roamed in the dark of the abyss for he believed he belonged to the wind he laboured on with no place to go what he was running away from he did not know yet he felt it in the periphery teasingly observing him like a predator stalking its prey waiting for a slip or fall he could not dear turn around and confront this feral beast even though he heard no sounds nor the smell of carnivorous flesh he feared if it caught up to him he would become a memory or his absence someone else’s misery

An endless cycle of guilt and grief a future determined by past mistakes no place to go nothing to return to.

His life reduced to merely surviving, I wonder would you blame him if he decided, to close his eyes and take a dive off the edge of the earth to his demise? Would heaven’s gates deny him entry? Would his sojourn on earth damn him eternally?

These thoughts drifted in my mind, as the sombre voice sung its final tune.