The March

Marching with a strange squad
Towards a place I never saw
Arms at the same angle
Legs to the same height
They move forward
I move forward
They turn
I do the same
Nothing could harm
Nothing to lose
Just keep marching
I might figure it through

Copyright © MW the Mermaid 2016. All rights reserved.

2 thoughts on “The March

  1. Oh I know the feeling of being caught in a rut. It’s rather strange that we become so used to the monotony of our lives. Maybe it’s time to break the line and march out in defiance. But that takes a great deal of courage. A wonderful poem, something to ponder over. 🙂


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