This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.
“Just a dream?”
The road is lonely at night
as the mind departs from life.
Rewriting the script from the
hours I spent trying to sift through the strife.
I walk on paths filled with stars.
Friends move in step as we walk
then they fade away into
trees, a forest rising around me. A hawk
gives me its feathers, strong and
beautiful. I run, take off,
finding flight to be just as
lonely as walking. I decide to cut-off
my wings, falling back to the
starry path, a crash landing.
Blood dripping from the old wounds.
The forest sways. I feel my fear expanding.
Poetic Form: Endecha
