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Craked Road

The wind blowing, slow with ease.

The owls hooting on the trees.

The sidewalk, gray with numerous cracks.

The road, continuous and piercing black.

The street lights flickering.

The birds no longer sing.

The children scream and cry.

The happiness has died.

The shadows slowly move adjacent.

The loneliness has become complaisant.

The idea of ever getting out.

Is an idea I strongly doubt.

Is it the fact that I hold hate.

Is it that I forgive too late.

Is this the reason why my heart.

Has had no sound from the start.

I am lonely in this endless street.

I haven't had the strength to eat.

I haven't had enough of you.

So here I am, alone, confused.

I don't know how to even think.

I feel stuck in sand, quick to sink.

The moon is now hidden with cotton.

The fruits of life are spoiled rotten.

No one to find peace and clarity.

I am here far from serenity.

So where exactly do I go.

So lost, I simply just don't know.

Which way should I turn.

I fear to trust, I fear to burn.

So I just walk on straight ahead.

Down the road where all is dead.

Where birds no longer sing in tune.

Where rose buds no longer bloom.

Where the grass is no longer green.

Where sunlight is no longer seen.

Where love is nothing but a dream.

Where nightmares are better then they seem.

I stare across to the other side.

As someone quickly tries to hide.

I start to feel that you've come along.

So I give birth to a smile, and the birds sing a song.

To notice it is just my reflection.

My desperation has become an infection.

My feet begin to hurt and swell.

My hope has expired, love is now stale.

Alone, I walk this hell bound journey.

If life is a judge, I am it's attorney.

I have to prove that I should live.

That I actually have a heart to give.

That I can make it to the end of this road.

That with you I can grow old.

But how can I sit here and tell such lies.

When you are the one who made me cry.

You are the one who cursed my heart cold.

You are the reason I walk this road.

So as the wind whispers it's last goodbyes.

As I wipe my last tear dry.

I get to the end of my destination.

And jump off the edge to end my duration.

Before my life ends as I hit the ground.

I close my eyes and hear  sound.

My heart, for the first time, beats quite fast.

But my will and hope did not last.

You yelled my name and asked me to forgive.

But this is the end, I no longer will live.
Written by Brian-Matos
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