Unending path
I need long steps to cover that path, Stretching out beyond me into the horizon I can not see an end in sight Only dry leaves on yellow grass, no shelter, no wooden bench on either side of the path only shade and sun crisscrossing the trees, some tall and majestic ,some stunted and sad sometimes I drag myself to the next point in sight or just sprint away breathing the eucalyptus' heady fragrance sometimes I long for a soul to turn to or just acknowledgment of what I am I long for the cocoon of warm embrace Of those who brought me to this world The pure expression of being looked after And being proud of …but I find nothing Only acres of land sprawling under my feet Sometimes I breakdown by the rose apple tree, Longing to rest there for long, not to get up ever Just to sit there soaking in my own tears Or just pepping up my self and giving a pat, A loving one on my shoulder , to get me up To walk till the point where the earth me...