I'm on a road,
Roughened to gravel,
Pitted with potholes,
And unwalked by any.
I'm on a road,
On foot,
And angry at the passersby,
That just seems to ignore me.
I'm on a road,
Feeling lost,
And wanting to stop,
But resisting,
Because I know,
There's something,
Somewhere ahead.
I'm on a road,
Running,
Running,
Running,
And it never ends.
I'm on my road,
That I've walked,
Forever and ever,
And my footprints,
Will make it,
Worth it,
Because it's been,
A road walked by me.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoesíaPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
