The Revival [Poetry] [Completed]

116. Walking.

Feels like,
alone I am walking on an endless path,
I'm just walking and walking,
knowing my legs are aching,
yet I'm still walking,
knowing I am week in my knees,
yet I'm still walking,
knowing I have thorns stuck in my foot,
yet I'm still walking.

Feels like,
I'm walking in the hot desert,
I'm in the scary silent jungle,
I'm walking on a path
which has no divisions,
no dead ends,
it's an endless path,
and then suddenly I look back
and realise,
that I have walked so far
that from this point,
I can't be saved,
for I'm lost,
yet still I continue to walk
with my body filled with nerve wreking anxiety,
but with no hope,
and helplessly crying
for I'm scared.

Author's Note:
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