I Can’t Turn Back

I  Cant Turn Back short poem

Photo by Georgie Pauwels

I have traveled a thousand miles
and reach thus far
exhausted and bone sore
I must rest

refreshed and rejuvenated
I am ready to soldier on
but the will is gone

I must stay longer
I must rest longer
my sore bones
will transport me further

this is terminus
a thousand helpers will not do

going on is now a figment of my imagination
a dream that eludes reality
a course I will not take
a journey too much

I cannot turn back
the journey is too hard
with obstacle too many
edges too sharp
my options are limited
regrettably I must die here

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

3 Comments on "I Can’t Turn Back"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Saurin Desai

what a twist to the thought, “I can’t urn back”


Why (a Love Poem)

Why (a Love Poem) short poem

When a song for you sings my mouth why the stars start twinkling at night when cold waves blow from the south why the moon hug the stars very tight When I search you in the rock caves why candle

Welcome — 2018

Welcome     2018 prose poem

Hail New Year ! The guest most honoured And welcomed with utmost cheer Around the world, everywhere ! With houses and homes all lit up And vibrant floral decors Sweet music floating in the air Mingling with laughter and cheer

Being A Girl.

Being A Girl. short poem

what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an

Get Back To The Basics

Get Back To The Basics long poem

get back to the basics busting fat laces running the bases it used to be cool to obey the golden rule yet that went out the door in 64 open the door for your neighbor then you can chill on

Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up !

Flirtin With Fire Blowin It Up ! long poem

flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality in society we got hidden games