L O N E L Y R O A D
Oh how lonely is the road.
With every footstep I seem to slow.
Even thought I have killed my mighty foe.
But my heart is lonely as I sleep.
And into my bones it does seep.
My accomplishments mean nothing here.
Nor the the bravery that is gone, I fear.
My feet are weary,
The roadside is dreary.
I wonder is I am still alive.
I wonder when I will arrive.
People pass me.
Their faces say they want to flee.
Maybe from fire or storm,
Something has made their hearts deform.
I walk alone, I walk in peace.
I walk where people's lives do cease.
I feel alone.
Weary to the bone.
As I walk this deep and lonely road.
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoetryDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
