LIFES PATH

I walk alone
A long and lonely path,
Through a valley
Of troubled rain.

The struggle of laboured feet
Through leaves of leather
And a life of clinging mud.
Each footstep a nightmare,
Horrors on every corner.

But, this is my life
Echoed in the halls of everyman,
It's a life I choose to lead.

There is a sun behind the clouds
The parallel beacon
To my clouded darkness.
Mountains remain unscaled,
The river of life uncrossed,
A world  discovered
Yet uncharted,
My map is my destiny
Where the pure water flows.

Each day
The water of life evaporates
To drain my days away.

Phil Hall  July 2013.