Down this lonely road,
Trees hang over with a melancholy tone.
I carry a burdensome load,
Which I have hardly ever shown.
Along these yellow lines I walk,
I know the end of the path is near.
Everything is silent, so I refuse to talk,
When it is dark I shall show no fear.
I lift my head to see the way,
I will close my eyes for only a moment.
At the end I know I will pay,
For things I said and did: thus atonement.
These scars I carry will eventually fade,
When I choose to stop reopening them.
I cannot stop here in the shade,
For I have a while to walk past them.
Five years now I have fallen down,
A lonely path never trodden.
I pretend to wear a gem filled crown,
Only to feel it and find it rusted and sodden.
My coat is wet and worn,
My shoes’ tread long gone.
My shirt is ***** and torn,
But I choose to walk on.
Because at the end of this dark path I see,
A home worth walking towards.
With a family who truly loves me,
I have no choice but to walk forward.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Down this lonely road,
Trees hang over with a melancholy tone.
I carry a burdensome load,
Which I have hardly ever shown.
Along these yellow lines I walk,
I know the end of the path is near.
Everything is silent, so I refuse to talk,
When it is dark I shall show no fear.
I lift my head to see the way,
I will close my eyes for only a moment.
At the end I know I will pay,
For things I said and did: thus atonement.
These scars I carry will eventually fade,
When I choose to stop reopening them.
I cannot stop here in the shade,
For I have a while to walk past them.
Five years now I have fallen down,
A lonely path never trodden.
I pretend to wear a gem filled crown,
Only to feel it and find it rusted and sodden.
My coat is wet and worn,
My shoes’ tread long gone.
My shirt is ***** and torn,
But I choose to walk on.
Because at the end of this dark path I see,
A home worth walking towards.
With a family who truly loves me,
I have no choice but to walk forward.
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