dust untouched

The Point of No Return

The next page has been turned

and the bridge behind me is burned.

A pen has dropped the last of its ink

and the flower has wilted to the last of its breath.

Oh the sun, the sun, it rose up to start the day.

And the waters, once troubled, only gave little waves.

But as I travel the road, the end has been blocked.

I try to turn back, but faced again with a wall,

Trapping me with darkness, with no light at all.

All I could do was close my once happy eyes,

hope to never open them again,

and drift off to dreams, where peace might even lie.

I am at the point of no return,

and there's no way I could ever go back.