The Last Mile

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Time piled it’s misery
On a weary trudger
Stored all of its mystery
For the lonely mugger

So he could smile some
At the shadow that walked on
Never tiring, blobbing about
On his wrinkled bald oblong head

Sagging shoulders on weary knees
Thanks to the long lonely mile
Where the sun sits upon the cloudless sky
Beating him to near submission

Blistered feet in worn out shoes
Tinkering as they fall and sink
Under the heavy weight of the tired soul
That heeds the lesson of persistence

No one watches with the stars
The jackals keep their distance
But the vultures betray them
They trudge together as they wait

For the mile to end before civilization;
It’s always just one mile
Yet his spirit tears itself away
From his weary self

While he moves in despair
He remembers the scent of home
Of his unborn child
Lying on his bent bark

He must show him home
Before he breaks and flutters away
With the hostile wilderness
That cares not for any of them.

Copyright © 2019, Olutomi Akinsanya

3 thoughts on “The Last Mile

  1. Another brilliant poem. You have great insight.

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    1. You flatter me more than I deserve most times. I was just writing and wondering and writing my wonder.

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      1. Lol you DO deserve it.

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