End Of The Road Poem by Meng Lim Dr

The road has ended
in this nowhere of time
no vegetation grows here
dead silence holds me numb-

strewn on the dry ground
are piles of brown fallen leaves
discarded bottles, soiled letters
and torn newspaper pieces-


no inn for food or drink
no place to rest my bleeding feet
not a single birdsong to stir the dreary air
I can hear every throb of my heart-beat-

why, oh why did I choose
this path? to what did I succumb?
suddenly these words flashed across the sky:
do your forget? For love's sake only you come.