Well-Worn Is The Loner's Track Poem by james watkin

Well-worn is the loner's track.
Though as far, comforting
Night-led, who's face, concealed in
The moon's; that's beautiful.

Helped but of many winds on.
And though brusque, frozed quite
Do not so much as incite
As quell feelings, awful.

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Un-streeted, this one lamp
All that's leant him;
Fogged, for a mooned roundness.
Blurred; rim to rim.

Coming back from what place
To where, goes he
Equally as sludged trudged.
As weary dreary!