Poem

The Journey

As roads seem to become longer,

I loss all focus.

As Horns began and anger rails up,

I drift away.

For I have lost all life,

That's been drained from all around me.

Bright lights,

same road,

same destination.

When will it change?

Will it been in a distant future,

Or when the sun peeks up from the horizon.

Will it change me?

This void I feel traveling,

Down the road Of,

Emptiness,

Hurt,

And sorrow.

Or do I change it

Regain what I have lost,

Raising above all.