I am 1000 miles from where I belong
from all civilization. All I see
for miles on end
is blacktop and the rhythmic white lines
that is the never-ending spiral staircase
It is 1000 miles of emptyness before
the 1000 miles of sights and sounds
1000 miles isnt that far ......
is it ?
How many thousands of miles do
each person think of travelling
before they make
the most important decision
to take the first step?
After all
which is more difficult to accomplish
1000 miles in reality
or the mere thought of the journey
Great poem, really made me think......once your poems start to build up in number even moreso, you should think of getting some of your works published