A rainbow washed away,
In a torrid rain.
An urge to fly
With clipped wings.
Beauty brutally raped,
Virgin body, battered soul.
In this weird world,
No surprise, I walk alone…
Desires burned away.
Hopes brushed aside
Dreams long forgotten.
Carefree steps,
A thumping heart…
Pain flows in the vessels.
Rampaging as a river.
A haunted winter night,
Remainig embers of guilt
Keeping me warm.
Notions falling apart.
Memories fading away.
A fresh beginning,
Every step.
Shadows chased
Horizons challenged.
On roads never visited,
Journey is the destination.
Ankur Shrivastava
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-journey-38/
