Lonely road

Dead, useless,
memories,dreams,
carefully, lovingly,
packed in a wooden crate,
stored deep within my soul
for eternity,
without hope,
the smell of oranges,
citrus dreams,
clears my mind,
as I sip green tea,
and read my ham on rye,
I look at the gun,
still smoking by my side,
the ghost still linger,
within my mind,
I walk out of the darkness,
I see the light,
I smile,
I’m happy,
almost alive,
for the sun is real,
the sky filled,
with sadness,
the eagle glared
and cried,
its not your time,
the crow lost the ability
to speak,
erratically stumbling,
through a sky of words,
the raven cried,
for he knew,
the beauty was gone,
the heart dead,
the soul lost,
the muse banished,
there’s a lonely road
between me and tomorrow,
but **** it all,
I will write ,
my own songs…………….