I Can’t Turn Back

I  Cant Turn Back short poem

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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

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Saurin Desai

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



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