The Hill

Hypothetically speaking,
the path that I seek
leads direct to the top of this hill.
With its views of the future,
and memories that suture
the scars of a life fraught with ill.

With this vista of wonder
it allows me to ponder
the differing roads I could take
All my dark clouds behind me
tomorrow is blind
with a World of decisions to make.

So I stand here in silence.
Devoid of the violence
that my Past has endeavoured to mask.
As the Earth stirs below me
and the wind blowing through me,
it’s the terrible questions I ask.

Can my life carry on
with a count more than one?
or will consequence chide all my dreams?
Will I see out my future
when my scars have been sutured?
Im the blankest of pages it seems.

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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