For what has felt like
one hundred years
you have left me
broken, trashed, scattered
on the side of the road

When will I see you next?

I have learned how to
live on my own
but still this loneliness
engulfs my soul
as I venture down the road

Is this really the end?

The bitter cold keeps
biting my skin
a never-ending torment of
pain, fury and rage
as I keep moving ( Read more... )