98. Poem

On a never-ending quest

Searching reasons to exist

Enough hope to going still

On an adventurous thrill


There's a burning curiosity 

Amber's bold and bright

Drizzling rain of flames

Creating Metaphorical strain


I'm on an everlasting ride

To a nowhere land of might

The growing mane, lioness claim

Having big, bold eyes


There's an eternal bond

Between the rhythms of life

Perfect harmony the strikers make

Pulling the strings back and forth right


I'm on my way through wilderness 

An exhausting journey I do make

Knowing not the criss cross lanes

Finally entering the hall of fame


There's this little anxiousness within

I'm chasing it since noon o'morning

Who could make it so far as I have 

Into the lands and roads less travelled


I'm on a quest to ever widening verse

From universe to metaverse

The reality changing slowly

From real world to that of virtuality 


There's this deafening pause

That lies at the end of the wide road

Towards the terminal, a highway run

Haunting to find the lost souls that dwells

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Wed 19th Jan 2022 09:44

Thank you Keith🌷

A good suggestion indeed. Nigel. Thank you.🌷

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Nigel Astell

Tue 18th Jan 2022 23:23

Your journey only
seems never-ending
lost souls become one
only when verses narrow.

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keith jeffries

Tue 18th Jan 2022 20:21

An intriguing poem

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