Through the mists of time.Through byegone Days
Where each decade becomes a haze.
I travel back.I travel forth.
South and East.West and North.
Through war and peace.Through storm and
Harm.
Where no one knows of residing calm.
Battles rage on.Death rears its ugly head.
Clutching in its arms my fear and dread.
Conflict catches up with me.
A world of ruin which posesses me.
I cannot escape.I cannot hide.
I cannot run.I am cold inside.
My eyes are tired.I am now blind
To what catches up with me from behind.
©janeshaer
J