The Way Home Poem by Brandon Owens

I am tired and weary of walking
The years have slowly passed away
The world would never be waiting
It was always subject to change
Through the Desert of Solace Lies
And the Forest of the Unknown
My body ached and my throat dried
I was searching for home
I came upon a once great place
Time and erosion completely erased
Then the Swamp of Unheard Torment
Where I was forced to face
The fallen Great King of Serpents
In this once beautiful lake
Through it all I thought myself brave
But truly I was a coward
I wanted the opportunity presented
But they never delivered in any hour
The remedy to my life
This whole time I've resented
The robed one named Death
My mocking companion
Remaining just out of sight
Waiting for the last Breath
To applaud the dying of my light
It would be a gracious gift
If he'd bring it quick
I am tired and weary of walking
Through years passed away
Now I am out of road
I have no where left to go
I can't help but feel alone
Never have I found
The place called home
Then I sigh, without even realizing
My mind starts to fade to gray
In my blurry vision the black robe
Steps into and fills the view
Today Death looks so pretty
As she undressed my soul
“Come now darling
You're not done walking
Let me show you your home”
My Spirit swelled with disbelief
She smiled and laughed at me
“Silly, you've never been alone.”