Drifting Poem by Phil Mason

The road drifts north along an empty shore.
It goes somewhere away from all that pressures
the soul and heart of
those alone in this world.
Headed no place certain,
just alone.

Mulling endlessly of histories that never happened.
Speaking,
yelling into empty places
and shattered emotions
within the echoes of their personal
prison.

Those that live between the spaces of life
spend theirs searching for any meaning.
Only rarely finding that wish within the dust, wind, and
Death
that surrounds their very
existence