by Roland King
From the many levels of the dark tower
|Why do I follow?
Beads of sweat punctuated his doubt.
His tongue tasted the metallic rust of dehydration.
The tear tracks of his frustration gathered
the sand in clumps as though they were
his own jagged wrinkles.
Just as the man in the lead
never seems to get any closer,
so too does that hope for a life no longer lived
in pursuit of so many truths.
The heat does not abate, nor does the following.
Only when the man in black decides that
to lead is no longer worth being followed
will the pursuit narrow and finally end.
Why does he follow?
Because he must.
Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge" Week 9
The prompt for this poem was: first title the poem with a line from a book you love. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.
So my line comes from Stephen King’s The Gunslinger. The line itself is “The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed”