Poetry Contest Entry

Fork In The River

~By Robert Griffith

A shudder runs deep,
The force of which,
Brings me to my knees.
I have no clue,
For where I head,
Know only where I've been.
The past is a path,
A well-worn travel,
Filled with lessons great.
Hungry is my soul,
Weak is my heart,
Endangered is the lonely soldier.
I cannot speak,
No I just can't feel,
Such is the power of her.
This path I now take,
A clear river of safety,
Goes only to peace within.

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