Why Delay? (a short poem)

[Simatong]

Why Delay?

This road I walk is mine alone, though countless trudge beside;
a journey set through solitude, though millions match my stride.
I gaze ahead; I feel my breath, and cry along the way.
For every step, one less to death --- I wonder: why delay?

Advice? (Don't worry, I am not contemplating suicide.)

I think that "set through" sounds a little off here, but then again, the manner in which I speak and write may be different from what is seen in your neck of the woods.

I like the wording of the poem and I thank you for sharing it. While it didn't tug at my heartstrings, I like the creativity.