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Destinations
Maps cannot show where the road doesn’t go,
To places mistaken for paradise,
Oasis of spaces, lofty plateaus,
Of valueless vanity sacrifice,
Faces collide,
Fratricide follows,
And wallows in pride,
Having lied and gotten away with it,
I try to deny that I asked God why,
And wished every time, to hear a reply,
I’ve said all the words and read all the books,
Maps cannot show where the road doesn’t go.
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2007-11-27 02:29:40 · 7 answers · asked by TD Euwaite? 6 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
Once again I am taken away by the movement of your words. This poem is much darker than the others I've read, but your style is still there. You have a very nice talent and I enjoy reading your works.
2007-11-27 05:30:04 · answer #1 · answered by Sptfyr 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
The map of that unknown country from where no traveller returns...
2007-11-27 10:58:11 · answer #2 · answered by Lady Annabella-VInylist 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
From whose bourn, no traveler returns . Well held and bonny written my good man.
2007-11-27 14:06:02 · answer #3 · answered by Fr. Al 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Very wonderfully written!
2007-11-27 10:36:04 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
Are you going for a treasure hunt?
2007-11-27 10:36:48 · answer #5 · answered by Dark Dickinsonian 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
This was simply amazing, you are quickly becoming one of my favorite authors!!
2007-11-27 13:51:08 · answer #6 · answered by KiKo 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
i like it all, especially the last stanza
2007-11-27 12:39:46 · answer #7 · answered by Analyst 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋