A Sense of Closure

Walking along this dainty path,
with whom but myself.
A tiresome walk I find,
when no signs guide the lost.

So I sit down upon the gravel,
with no path in mind,
and think of a future day,
where skies are blue.

I thought of peace,
of love,
sweeping and moving the atrocities of my life away.
And was I so far away?

Follow me not!
For there remains a thought of doubt,
to the necessity and realization of my first conception of this path,
the first step I so took in years past,
and upon I walked in hopes and dreams and belief.
And then left,
to continue and finish,
a path without closure.

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