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 a young author from Southern Indiana. I write mystery novels. My first book, The Devil's Retreat, was published by Southern Owl Publications in November of 2017. I love all things monsters, nature, and mountains. My second book, Blood in the Hills is coming out soon.

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