Travelling Man Blues, poetry by Hive account@naquoya.

Day 33 of 100 for Hive account@d-pend's Poetry Challenge

Travelling Man Blues

Well he walked down the road
for so long he could no longer tell.
Could have been lifetimes,
yet he still had moments to spare.
A single celled vision of what used to be,
and now apparently so much more.
Some days stand above the pack,
the remainder awaiting shipment to some place else.
Where they are no longer a reminder
of each and every mistake that has graced
the track, muddied as it sometimes is.
Disturbed by the thought of what could be.

The road that he walked down,
others now joined him on the journey to a home,
a civilisation, a construction from the bones
of each of yesterdays buried transgressions.
And what are we but the sum of yesterdays blues?
Shaded with the desire to be something,
anything, as long as it isn't what it used to be.
Yet history's lessons teach us otherwise.
Our internal operating system malfunctioning,
spitting out zeroes and ones everywhere,
paving the road home with potholes
of remorse and cowardice left unresolved.

III

And the road is a shared journey, always will be.
So he walks it in the best way-the only way-
that he knows. And finally realises that is probably
the unresolved (unnoticed) way through the maze.
And what is considered best? Probably depends
on who you ask, who you seek comfort from.
Answers are plentiful, growing wildly as they do
in the jungles, like religious barbiturates and
philosophical concoctions made to soothe
the soul, an antidote made from the misplaced
hopes and dreams of a lost civilisation.
Growing wildly as they do beside the long road home.

Reading Notes: This poetry is new and written exclusively for the 100 Day Poetry Challenge, which is explained in more detail here and here.

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