The Road Poem
When it came time for the world to end It ended entirely my friend. Leaving nothing of our ancient lore These kindling spirits became no more. My son has uttered his frightful fears And yet I cannot give a few tears. But I have said “We carry the fire.” I trust my instincts and follow this path And battle this world’s new wrath. Many times we have faced the dangers Cannibals, Ghosts, even my brothers have become strangers. Men are not as they used to be And I tolerate it to a certain degree. They are long gone, along with this world. I keep my son alive, even in this afterworld. He can live on, he can carry the fire. I still have hope, but each day my time comes to its closing act. We walk through death and decay, with cold fingers down our back. I do believe it is my time to go. Carry on these words boy and grow. “We carry the fire.”
- Poem made for a project based off the book "The Road"
Random Passerby Anon · Wed Mar 23, 2011 @ 06:24pm · 0 Comments |