I can no longer see the road ahead.
Because I see little pieces of me
floating down with every step I take.
First my hope
then my dreams
my pride
and finally my dignity.
The pain of losing these things kills me.
So much that I scream in agony
and tightly grab my arms so hard
that blood starts running down
and drips alongside the road.
I can no longer see the road ahead
for someone took my vision away.
That piece of me fell years ago.
I try my hardest to continue the path given,
but to no avail.
The clock is broken,
and time has been taken away from me.
Day becomes night, and night becomes day.
All in an endless cycle.
I can no longer see the road ahead.
All I can do now is sit on the side of the road
under a tree that was once alive,
but now is gone.
All I can do
is wait.
Author notes
I have no idea what I just wrote and I don't know if this complies with your rules, but here you go...
A contest entry
- Lifehouse - Broken by Barely Breathing.
650 points, ended August 30, 16 entries
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Thank you so much for entering my contest. I could really feel the emotion in here, It was such a pleasure to read. Well done and all the best for the contest.
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