real west
periodic poetry
12.15.2010
Bad Road
I have miles to walk
Across roads
I’ve walked
I will never return
I’m tired
Hungry
Cold
I have miles to go
My faith is gone
My horse is dead
So I walk
And when I walk
I am alone
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