Poetry – Places to Go


There are places I have to go 

I don’t know the addresses yet

but the destination is distinct.

The ways are unguided 

and shrouded in mysetry

and riddled with thorns

and plagues with deterrents 

Ain’t that the fun?

Fighting the odds?

Becoming deserving?

Struggling for more?

Indeed it is

Which is why, it’s not the 

next door I look at

but the greenery at end

and I will get there 

So holds the hope 

It will be sooner than later

It will be merrier than sadder

It will be better than ever before.

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