10-03-2020, 02:07 PM
Journey Man
There was a man, heaven forsaken.
For his love, was long lost, taken.
As god watched him with holy eyes,
Even he could not see past his disguise.
The man had wished on a star,
Praying to gods both near and far.
To find his love, which was long lost, taken.
From the god that he forsaken.
The man had only one wish,
To see the one he long had missed.
Without any help, just by himself,
Only his mortal shelf.
For his soul, that forgotten to be happy,
Was all that left,
Wishing that he could long forget.
He started his journey, a step a time.
For he, himself, was nowhere near his prime.
His journey led him up, not within sight.
A journey, long time coming,
A journey his life had been summing.
The end was in his sight,
Not in reach of mortal blight.
He reached the place, he could go back no more.
But all he met was a plain white door.
When he opened, his sight was no more,
After he opened the plain white door.
He only saw a pair of eyes,
Using a mortal disguise.
He had seen a long lost friend,
The god he forsaken all back then.
The god’s eyes could pierce all,
But yet not his mortal call.
This god has asked, no begged, no pleaded,
But this man’s strength had been depleted.
All was left for him to fall,
This man was ready for it all.
He went down without any struggle,
For his pain was all but subtle.
The man had done it,
The journey had ended, for he won it.
He had lost the burden of his long lost love,
For he ascended, higher than god above.
The pain had lasted a long time,
Longer than the feet that they could find.
There was a man, heaven forsaken.
For his love, was long lost, taken.
As god watched him with holy eyes,
Even he could not see past his disguise.
The man had wished on a star,
Praying to gods both near and far.
To find his love, which was long lost, taken.
From the god that he forsaken.
The man had only one wish,
To see the one he long had missed.
Without any help, just by himself,
Only his mortal shelf.
For his soul, that forgotten to be happy,
Was all that left,
Wishing that he could long forget.
He started his journey, a step a time.
For he, himself, was nowhere near his prime.
His journey led him up, not within sight.
A journey, long time coming,
A journey his life had been summing.
The end was in his sight,
Not in reach of mortal blight.
He reached the place, he could go back no more.
But all he met was a plain white door.
When he opened, his sight was no more,
After he opened the plain white door.
He only saw a pair of eyes,
Using a mortal disguise.
He had seen a long lost friend,
The god he forsaken all back then.
The god’s eyes could pierce all,
But yet not his mortal call.
This god has asked, no begged, no pleaded,
But this man’s strength had been depleted.
All was left for him to fall,
This man was ready for it all.
He went down without any struggle,
For his pain was all but subtle.
The man had done it,
The journey had ended, for he won it.
He had lost the burden of his long lost love,
For he ascended, higher than god above.
The pain had lasted a long time,
Longer than the feet that they could find.