The road paved by a thousand broken dreams.
The girl who was grace on the wind
Now fallen, injured, on the ground
Holding herself close, she allows the tears to fall.
The road paved by a thousand broken dreams.
The boy who had only his love.
Now shattered, hiding his heartbreak
Holding his stomach, the tears force themselves to fall.
The road paved by a thousand broken dreams.
The girl I was, taken from me
Now ruined, destroyed by their greed
Holding what is left, I yearn for the tears to fall.
The road paved by a thousand broken dreams
You think you must be better
Than those around you on the path.
Holding your head high, you ignored the cries that follow.
YOU ARE READING
My Apocalypse
PoetryWhen my thoughts escaped to paper, I was helpless to stop their flow. So we are here, staring at this description, and wondering if it's enough to catch your eye. Am I wrong?
