For 1 year
I have been walking this road.
With my heart clenched tight
And my mind set blind.
I continued on forever.
For 2 years
I have been limping on this road.
With my arms and legs bruised
And my heart set to choose,
I continued on forever.
For 3 years
I have been running on this road
My breath ragged and sharp
My sanity a weakling hearth
I continued on forever.
For 4 years
I stopped moving on this road.
What am I even doing?
What is it I am losing?
Should I continue on forever?
For 5 years
I've been dragging myself on this road
Ignoring my skin forming to glass
My body losing its mass
I continue on forever.
For 10 years
I've been dying on this road
My body is shattered
My vision has tattered
I can't breathe
Without it hurting so bad.
And I don't even care
Because I know you're not there
Because I've traveled this road
For so many years
And haven't found you
Like you said I would.
YOU ARE READING
XIII
PoetryXIII (read as Thirteen). "There's nothing better than a glass of lies and an appetiser of intriguing words."