Weary Traveller

I’ve come a long and trecherous path

Stinging nettles and thorns kissed my skin

Many times

The ground tripped me

And the branches hit me

But I travelled nevertheless

I’ve seen a lot of sights


They depress me

One more sunset

And I may die of boredom

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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