Endless roads with shattered glasses,
they bur into an aching feet,
looking for some soft green grasses,
or anywhere to take a seat,
Travel on in distant darkness,
looking for a tiny light,
blinded by the endless starkness,
as you go off into the night,
Submit,
to NOTHING.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Endless roads with shattered glasses,
they bur into an aching feet,
looking for some soft green grasses,
or anywhere to take a seat,
Travel on in distant darkness,
looking for a tiny light,
blinded by the endless starkness,
as you go off into the night,
Submit,
to NOTHING.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Metaphors for life ❤
