Castaway

Atop the bluffs I stand alone
Staring upon the streets, I let out a moan
Climbing down the cliffs, I begin to roam
As I make the long journey towards home

Over rock and under hill
I struggle with all my might and will
The pressure mounts, my mind becomes still
My mind overcome, I let out a sharp shrill

Through many twists and turns
Ever does my heart yearn
To my ancient home return
Yet long ago from there was I spurned

Will I ever see that familiar sight again
Those walls of wood and roof of tin
Where friendly faces once had been
Things had been different back then

Yet cast out I now remain
I travel the path with great pain
My road puts me under great strain
Yet onward I continue lest I go insane

My path forward does endlessly bend
Yet I must press on, alone without friend
Until one day may the gods portend
To lead me to that final road, to journey’s end.

© Jared Denstad