This road leads nowhere.
A bluish light, vaguely reminiscent of the moon,
illuminates the path ahead.

A frigid, sudden gust slaps my cheek.
Numbing the sense
of the falling tears.

The restrictions of life
have kept me rolling on rusty tracks,
screaming through a narrow, black tunnel.

The way ahead holds uncertainties.
A storm of blackened clouds
veil the path ahead.

Rays of twilight
offer glances.
I still don’t know where I am.