A Prayer
A Story-Poem
Published in
Apr 1, 2023
I have come
to the forest
to face death.
You came too,
I see. We each
have our reasons
for finding our way,
for discovering
the answers to
life’s biggest questions.
The path I follow
is filled with
weeds, overgrown here
and there. I wait
for a sign that
will make the hidden
visible and the pain
bearable! Why are you
leaving? Have I said
too much? Please stay.
Copyright ©2023 by Harley King
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