Empty Roads
Being away and lonely is like the rain,
the drops and silence eats through pains,
from the flat roads, to the highest mountains,
this loneliness eats like towns without sin,
the poison of being alone swells up
and creates a space of isolation,
but being in crowds is not without cuts,
because, the noise weeps too,
it's just a different view.
Why does this road feel so empty?
maybe the comfort of these black edges help me,
this yellow line keeps my thoughts straight
and without crossing, it keeps society running.
As long as this road is here,
and these words are written' on a page,
I'll keep going with vision clear,
because fate always has a funny way of telling you,
that your time to cross, is near.
By: Ben (HelpingOthers)
6/24/2017
