A journeyman

The journeyman returns

to his world forgotten

by those who know no love,

who took his innocence.

The faith he steadily lost

is waiting to return,

deliberating a revival,

but the highway continues

and the wavering goes on,

his distance recedes

but he nears it never,

only steps in the sand

that sink ever deeper,

a lonely parade of solitude

digs deeper into his wounded

heart once beating so free,

now missing a beat,

a hardened retreat,

a dying man with no belief,

a sighing creature with no relief.