The path to nowhere,is where i stand...
alone, and lost, in search of new land...
the stones beneath my feet- why are they there?
As i continue my journey,
on the path to nowhere.
As days become weeks,
i lose track of time...
standing still, preciously,
while i smoke my last dime.
Now, i gaze, wondering...
what's really out there?
Staring right back at me...
is the path to nowhere.
Silently i weep
smiling with fear...
looking ahead,
in hopes that the end is near.
The stones are to sharp,
and the webs, i continue to weave...
going nowhere... FAST,
i want to leave.
The road gets longer,
my path is now broken...
'cause the path to nowhere,
is the path i've chosen.
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Hi Erica Sanders
Can definately relate to what you've written here, i don't know how many times i've chosen the path to nowhere but i never give up.
You have expressed yourself well.
Keep writing :
Andy
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Hi Erica Sanders
Excellent poem
it is never too late to choose a new path Please keep writing, reading and commenting
Barbara
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