My Lost Pages - #DearMe

SOJOURNERS – The Time Walker
Like a featherweight tossed against the tides of Fate,
Such is the measure of His days;
Light... and dying everyday.
Like a lost feather, on the cold steel of a railway -
Uncertain of the next wave,
Or the barefoot of a suicidal Maiden, to cast it away.
Likened to the baits of Celestial Wars -
Pawns, stakes and spoils;
Fashioned into Weapons, to wrought all sorts.
Dust, if that is all He is,
Why are his days languished in wants;
For Gold, Mead, and C***s?
Vanity, if that is all He sees,
Why lock him in a room full of w***es, still;
Daughters of Eve...
With insatiable and extreme needs.
But He’s more, mostly a Caretaker;
Managing the lands He’s to be buried.
He's a tale bearer, and a Passenger;
A Voyager on a ship not of his choosing.
He's Man, and like his fathers before him,
He’s a passer-by, gifted with a blissful Life...
Destined to end him.
(c)Patratzsleem28/12/2018.
PHOTO CREDITS: Peter Williams