#WritcoPoemChallenge
The journey has come to an end,
Weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friend
But now, locked fingers must unlock
tangled lips part like earthquake
deepening pains hard to heal.
Look to the East
Perhaps there is a glimmer
A lonely soul, waiting
in search for love.
Here, the journey ends.
Let optimism slide like molten fire
from the lips of red hot hill.

Stop! Take the rain off your face
I wish we could like eternity
be forever. But the heart grows cold
old and rigid like rigmotis.

Don't wane while you can walk
Don't cry while you can cross
this gaping gap.
© Julius Topohozin