Journey’s End by David Wilson

Journey’s end?

The sharp crack of a shot

Neither heard nor felt

Nothing!

 

Journey’s end?

The cold embrace

A single panicked gasp

Lost in inky seas

 

Journey’s end?

The tramp of feet

On dusty roads

Rumour for a map

 

Journey’s end?

Razor-sharp wire

And hard faced men

Barriers to compassion

 

Journey’s end?

The drawn out hours

And days of waiting

For crowded bus or train

 

Journey’s end!

A helping hand

The generosity of strangers

A new journey begins