dear robert,
you are so very right,
the woods are
lovely
and dark
and the depth of that
dark is great indeed.
i risk everything
when i travel to that woods.
the wind it whistles
come in, come in,
do this thing
still like you
i stay on the road
stare at the edge
a bit afraid to go in.
the pull however is getting stronger
how did you resist
hang on
keep going?
my promises are all
broken
either by me or others
and i am so tired
so very tired of it all.
come to me
dear robert
teach me how to stay on the path
before it is too damn late.
r james sterzinger
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-robert-for-diana/
