On wayward roads all covered in dust,
A whisper guides our way.
The ones we lost, were the ones we trust,
On wayward roads all covered in dust.
...
Why can't I find God?
They’ll ask over and over.
They’ll ask why the dog
ran off too.
...
The death you have seen and the hate you have heard.
Young ears full of dead men’s lies.
Your mark of innocence, forever blurred.
...
An angry ocean guides our ship astray;
waters that promise and pull beneath.
Sightings of land through false teeth,
with only storms day by day.
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I am a Surgical Tech student at SCC in South Carolina. I love writing and reading emotional poems. My favorite type of poetry is Witness Poetry.)
Wayward Roads
On wayward roads all covered in dust,
A whisper guides our way.
The ones we lost, were the ones we trust,
On wayward roads all covered in dust.
Decaying statues crumble and rust.
The broadened path that led us astray
on wayward roads covered with dust,
a whisperer guides our way.