Hope.

 Weary,

dusty, and tired,

of frivolous bondages

of Mankind,

unheard, unspoken,

unsaid,

I wearily seek,

strength,

an anchorage,

sure, strong,

I pray, once more,

as i do,

everyday,

Seeking firm ground,

beneath my feet,

I beseech,

Beg,

Implore,

yet, succor, there is none, anymore.

Loyal and trusted,

stabbed my back,

Loyalty, sold, traded like a commodity.

I pray,

amidst stumbling feet,

for strengthened nerve,

for people to be of loyal stuff,

I look heavenward,

Whisper a feverent requiem,

for an opportunity to make it to shore,

to a warm hearth,

and childlike sleep,

rest and healing,

for courage,

and strength,

towards journey's more.

5th July- 2018