Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2020
I don't think there's anyway I can explain
The sense of hopelessness that it makes me feel
When there's nowhere left to climb
And there's nowhere left to fall
There's a paved road laid out before me
But my feet ache from the rocks I've left behind
And suddenly,
I don't feel like walking anymore
There's a faint whisper in the winds
That can only come from devil's breath
Yet suddenly,
It sounds like beautiful release
There are shadows behind these brown eyes
That may never see the light of sun again
Because there's nowhere left to climb
And nowhere left to fall
Chris Thomas
Written by
Chris Thomas  43/M/Maryville, Tennessee, USA
(43/M/Maryville, Tennessee, USA)   
53
   Imran Islam
Please log in to view and add comments on poems