Dark Road
The road stretches on
In the dark of beyond
The trees loom overhead
With mouths agape and words unsaid.
One foot in front of its brother
Eyes seeking out the Other.
The shadows play a game
But I don’t know its’ name.
The wind whistles low
Leaves stirring in an echo
The spidery branches stir
Whipping about in a blur.
The path in front cloaked in shadow
The road behind dead and fallow
How shall I ever know
In a circle I do not go?
I don't think I have to spend much time explaining this one. I think we all go down the road of depression from time to time, that sort of paranoia following each of us down it.
Maybe the next poem will be a happy one!
In the dark of beyond
The trees loom overhead
With mouths agape and words unsaid.
One foot in front of its brother
Eyes seeking out the Other.
The shadows play a game
But I don’t know its’ name.
The wind whistles low
Leaves stirring in an echo
The spidery branches stir
Whipping about in a blur.
The path in front cloaked in shadow
The road behind dead and fallow
How shall I ever know
In a circle I do not go?
I don't think I have to spend much time explaining this one. I think we all go down the road of depression from time to time, that sort of paranoia following each of us down it.
Maybe the next poem will be a happy one!