Far And Red Poem by Travis Peterson

Far And Red



A winding road, a blowing wind
A bleeding heart beats harder at every bend,
Wet and cold as I press on
A shivering body desperatly awaits the dawn,
To feel the desired warmth from the sun
I march harder and harder but my bodies done,
Blood rushing from every wound
Causing sudden weakness,
death is too soon
But I must press on, I have no choice
If I stop now, no one will ever hear this voice,
The end of this road is much too distant
The bleeding from these wounds much to constant,
The trail I leave behind me is far and red
All these regrets all the blood I've shed,
I can't give up, I must march on
Until then this desperate heart
Desperatly awaits the dawn

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