The Final Journey


final journey

On this last stage of my journey,
I only seek the single path;
Void of all diversions
Or scattered crossroads,
Littering my head;
Free of fellow travellers
That would tempt me to remain;
And the sanctuary of a cloister cell,
When I need shelter from the rain.

No cobbled streets or potholes
That would complicate my stride,
And place more tiredness
On my feet –
That is needed to survive.
No nourishment, but distance
Remains my final goal,
I leave the past to ghosts that died;
On this, my final journey home.

John Anthony Fingleton (JANUARY 2016) (Löst Viking)öst-Viking/746104845419195

6 thoughts on “The Final Journey

  1. VijayNair

    The hallmark of Fingleton’s verse is profundity in meaning achieved through language which is simple and lucid.Another fine poem !


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