The gravel road stretches long
A walk that's nought to be
Yet the legs move of their own accord,
Into uncharted territory.
Bare trees begin to refashion.
Those despondent barks now full of life
the gravel path transforms into,
A yellow brick road, a wonderful site.
Yet these bricks do carry a curse.
Each step delivers a lethal blow.
A smile set free, a joke once shared
All forgotten moments, now resurface.
Regret fills the already heavy heart
The shoulders sag once more.
Those autumn trees more preferable than
To take a step through memory's door.
HOPE YOU ENJOY. DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT. I'M OPEN TO CRITICISM.
CHANGING-TIME
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Penitents Rose
Thơ CaThere's something exquisite about flowers, especially the rose. No matter what the color it is, no matter how beautiful it is, it can't exist without the thorns beneath. Flowers can symbolize love, passion, joy and yet we use lilies to show that we'...
