This is not what I wanted,

yet I see no other alternative. 

The goals that I set for my life

feel nothing but derivative. 

Every long walk I take

I pass by an endless forest-

trees hundreds of years old-

on a path that is the obscurest. 

I did not want to let go

in a place that I know;

I wanted to let go

far from those I know.

On branches and trees, ribbons flutter.

Hunters use these to mark their trails,

as a safeguard used to return home.

I would use one to set sail…

Tie a ribbon for me, I whisper,

but the wind ignores my plea. 

Purple, blue, any color really

that could be, by anyone, easily seen. 

For those of us who are already lost, 

it is a way for us to be found. 

Some drink. Some take. While others

dangle and the rest hear one sound. 

 

I did not want to let go

in a place that I know;

I wanted to let go

far from those I know.

No one should discover what I’ve done

until I am hidden away, zipper tight.

No one should understand what I’ve done-

I was dealing with my own plight. 

I tied a ribbon for me. 

Maybe someone will come. 

I tied a ribbon for me-

soon I will succumb. 

 

Come and find me.

By DL Mullan

From: United States

Website: http://www.undawnted.com