Road Of Dead End

Tires! Screeching out of a tunnel onto better days.
The light was so dim I thought I’d never see the  lights rays.
Darkness was cold at first.
Then it became comfortable at the first sign of excruciating thirst.
Pictures of memories had a man wondering why?
Uncontrollable reasoning that began this solo trip.
A journey that called for disagreeable terms.
No choices and second chances only had to respectfully agree.
Shell shocked walking through dust that  came up like smoke.
After awhile the heat was anticipated by the unforgiving flames.
A phoenix rose again to the place of a God.
All the sorrow melted old skin into something.
Something new.
Better then Before.
Yourself as a 2.0.
Not for the exterior to see but to look in the mirror.
Place eyes on the insides of the interior to understand.
I’m on my way home from a road of the lost.
Pleased with self.
Regardless of the past.