I find myself walking away,
pretty often these days,
from the madness others create
in my personal malaise.
Sometimes, the ways of others
pulls me down to a familiar land.
A place where I once walked
in ways I can no longer stand.
They call me to come along with them;
to embark in ways of old.
They say, “for old times’ sake,”
but misery soon unfolds.
I left those places for a reason,
and the reason is because
they were destructive to my soul;
they were a time that never was.
They were tasted, then spit out.
The bitterness was the same
as the days lived when I was young,
full of anxieties and pain.
I walked away from the old ways,
and with the Lord, I strive
to keep the past in the past,
even if it means that I
must walk away from the destruction
that people are caught up in.
Even if it involves keeping old friends
in the mirror, to see them.
I step with caution and poise,
because I know what I don’t want.
I know what I don’t need.
So, within my personal jaunt
I will journey with the trusted
and the beloved, who’ve shown me true,
how much they truly care
for the man whom may not trust you.
You are truly gifted Damon! I’m not usually a poetry guy but yours have depth and touch my heart. Thank you. Blessings.
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I appreciate that, Bruce. Thanks for reading. 😊
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…and blessings to you and your family as well!
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