#WritcoPoemPrompt

Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes.

Searches that lead to dead ends of deceit,
Thinking that you finally found something concrete,
Believing that your journey is complete,
Be thankful for the rest of weary feet.

Able to at last reach the very end,
A wounded heart that can completely mend,
A love on which it can eternally depend,
Living in peace with someone closer than a friend.

Then I will know a life fulfilled
My empty cup is no longer unfilled,
Warmth has replaced what was constantly chilled,
My heart and feet can now happily be stilled.

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