The Road

I’ve walked these streets before
kicking memories off of this cobble stone path.
My memories? Your memories?
It’s all the same to me.

Nobody is in sight but,
I know I’m not the only one walking.
Some kick harder as their self-loathing
takes control.

Through the overgrowth,
straying from the path,
nothing in my life seems to keep me straight;
it’s something that I can’t control and learned to hate.

Pricking my hands, I move on
leaving a trail of blood for others to follow.
Light?
Is that even possible in this place?

Brilliant, Illumination.
I feel the warmth kiss my cheek.
Just a moment and it was gone.
Replaced by a man, down trodden he walks on.

Frozen in thought,
an uneasy feeling tacked to my skin,
I look in all directions, onward I strode;
there’s nothing left to do but join my brethren and walk this empty road.

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