ALRIGHTY I'm taking a stab at this poetry stuff. Sorry if it's
horrible!!

The paths we walk through
In life are dark.
It is our Trail of Tears.
So often, too often, it falters.
We falter.
It splits into many directions.
So many you wonder
Where one begins
And the next ends.
We falter.
It dissapears and
We stumble around
Unknowing, confused.
But there has always been
A lifeline, a message
Willing us back.
The story still untold.
A desire of the intangible.
The song of life.
It is then that
The path is revealed
And we struggle on.
But there will come a time
When there is nothing.
No story, No song.
And we will be
But prisoners
In the depths
Of our own minds.


I'm pretty sure that not all good poetry must rhyme....
Thanks for your time.

Your *possibly* budding poet,
Navara

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Chronos, in the year 292 AF.