Poetry

A Journey (#188)

Fire underfoot,
Leaving trails of ash and soot,
Failure to the left; failure to the right,
Under so much pressure, there is no light,
Eggshell fog above and surround,
Moist and frigid all around,
So thick a breath, chillingly hard,
Thorn into what I cannot against guard,
A torchbearer with a flame that cannot be seen,
Bound to a journey, I find not so keen.

Any Thoughts?

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