Wayfinding 

Once Ago someone saw,

An eager soul stretching for a lick of freedom. 

I see them now. 

They have no obligations. 

They feel no pain. 

They know the reaction. 

In truth they see by more. 

To them reality is a sore. 

Picking and Picking,

Blood falling down trickle,

Never doing what must be done. 

They saw it all by the pop of dusk,

 The light goes away,

And in the dark, 

The truth is far more fearsome.

Crowded with monsters, 

Skimming their teeth over our flesh,

Out of darkness,

We can return our sense of humanity. 

Find again our purpose,

Many ago we lost. 

Find a way,

Someone hasn’t seen.

Author: brookemyersauthor

I am writer/author from Southern Indiana. I write action adventure/horror thrillers, but would love to branch out into other genres. I am nature enthusiast, and love all things environmentalism.

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