The Path to El Dorado

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


The path is rugged, rimmed with thorns,

Filled with wrath, cruelty, and scorn,

Leading across a murky river

That smelled of rot, garbage, and sewer

 

The sun shone, blistering hot

I could stop here, could I not?

Trudging on route desolate

Filled with a  thirst one could not sate

 

Through this hardship, sorrow, and pain

Could anyone yet stayed sane?

Losing yourself, through things inhumane

Beaten down by your foes, by your loved, by your bane

 

Yearned to collapse and cry out aloud

The moutains scoing my sob, my sound

I am weak, can go on no longer

To the place I dream of in the yonder

 

Dizzy by the sun, I glanced and discovered

Hidden in the jungles, just a mountain over

Hope renewed, vigor reinstated

I marched on, this road I once hated

To my dream, my goal, the brilliant halo

To the city of El Dorado


Submitted: July 09, 2019

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Robert Helliger

Great poem about El Dorado.

Sun, July 28th, 2019 7:03am

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Thank you Robert!

Sat, August 3rd, 2019 7:06pm

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