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I walk...
On a narrow, grimy road I walk Just walk... without any stop Dust underfoot, frayed hedges on either side Tattered and wilting, like me inside. Withered leaves is all that blow On this ragged road where I go Pebbles scattered around do lie And get kicked by passers by
Carrying my freight I keep on walking So exhausted and tired - but there's no stopping So one by one I shed my load As I continue on this dingy, dusty road. In this endless odyssey The first casualty is my creativity... No colours, no words, no songs Only muted echoes as I go along Determination, will-power - these too are dropped Dreams, aspirations... crushed and lost....
Yet, I do wish to cut through the hedge and see the other side But this road is my destiny, and I must abide. I wonder if I can ever find All my cargo that I've left behind. I even try, but coated with rust I realize that they have been reduced to dust In this meaningless existence The next victim is my confidence
And now, on this road, I shed all hope Of retrieving myself there's no scope.. On this dry barren road I continue to walk With just my pale shadow and a few teardrops. Yes, now I walk without any soul Because I've lost all that which made me whole. I walk...
~Shadow~
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