Sometimes we travel down empty roads,
roads filled with nothing but despair;
there is no turn off points for happiness,
no turning for joy.
Just an empty barren road
the way we feel sometimes,
there seems no light
at the end of the tunnel anywhere,
just a ribbon of darkness
that stretches out to nowhere.
3 February 2008
A charcoal study in depression with soft edges. Great write. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
It seems that way some times, your life follows one bleak unending line..10
Great imagery, enjoyed this one. Good write. Nice one. Kindest regards Ricky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'd like to think God gave us all the emotions to experience...and if you haven't experienced them all... your really not living....the downs make the ups feel that much more grander...so on our journey down the road there will be many hills and valleys...detours and dips...we can only pray for the scales to lean more to the highlands and so we can enjoy the view