Travelling long and far, the regrets taking turns,
With memories to move on, the accidents leaving burns,
I went on, and on, on my highway;
The highway, My Life had left me to pay...
So far from where I left, so long I had forgotten;
The reasons for journey emptied out, the need rotten.
Eager to just leave, to question the "missed",
Packed and dressed up for the road, hoping to be blessed.
Not blessed I was, looking back at the miles;
Not a eternal 'home' I found, in those millions;
No, not a thing was for ever, just my flashes;
Nothing but the photographs, to lie in my ashes.
With a little change from one road to another,
I had no idea, I would end up so shattered.
Here I am, in the middle of nowhere, no place to be,
Lost with going Somewhere, lost so deep in me.
For every step I took, I hadn't left the place;
No, for every step I took, I left a piece of me...
With tissues for the depart, with my luggage to weigh,
I just went on and on, on my highway...
~Truthfairy
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Black Head
PoetryI write poems when I am upset. Writing them always gave me a state of peace that no human company could suffice. I felt like I could share some. After all, tragedies always make a better impression... #poetry
