Road only roads ahead.
No where to run, no where to escape…
No place to rest.
No shades, no respite…only empty lonely roads ahead.
A gift, a curse of lifelong….
ancient empty roads ahead.
Where all the dreams die,
Under that desolate black sky…
Music dies, soul dies.
Only my empty road remains….
A place where even the stars die.
A contest entry
- random by happy-lil-artemis.
650 points, ended December 15, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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