Blogging Poetry

Compass Broken

Our winding path.

Again, I unlock the Chest.

Parchment map, compass broken.

Choking dust covers the rest.

Yet, this I found, this Token.

Adventurer, I… Restless,

Ever-questing for my Gold.

Amidst these Tombs, Souls’ unrest

Reminds me. Loneliness. Cold.

Yet, the “X” is clearly marked

With ink distilled from Sadness.

On the trek, again I March;

Trodden path toward Madness.


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