Trail

Tonight is one of those,
Where my thoughts
Are expressed
As easily like how
The muddy soles of our shoes
Leave footprints on a clean
Pavement.

Initially it was stunted.
Like the harness of a rock climber
Being pulled backwards.

Words were randomly placed
In directions that never seem to face
To the same point.

Tonight I used all my time
Writing numerous poetry
Before my mind began to tire
Into an unconscious world
Only I know.

~S.H.~