Posted in Life and After

Poetry: The Last Walk

I ventured in the ruins alone,

Held captive by the magic of

The eerie calm.

 

Up the stairs

In a trance,

Invisible rope

Tugging me along.

 

Dawn I saw through

The broken wall,

And stairs that lead to

The Haven beyond.

 

Wrapped up by the

Peace that comes from

Returning home.

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