i have walked these 500 miles many times alone,
and would gladly walk them again to help someone get home,
these 500 miles are home to demons from your past,
they wonder freely on and around the rode,
and there looking to give you a 'blast',
but I have learned that on these 500 miles it doesn’t get easier the second time,
nor the third,
it wont get easier till someone comes to help you out,
but you can only hope they know this 500 mile rode,
and if your going down that road anytime soon the sigh ness can be misleading and tempting,
but stick to the road your on, for if you stray the road,
these 500 miles will consume you whole,
so take note and fallow this advice next time your in hell,
don’t run from everything you encounter try to fight even if your alone,
because...what doesn’t kill you....only makes you stronger...if you defeat it.
that was good i can relate to where you are comming from in the poem.... the past is a hard thing to go back to and when it is always hitting you in the face it doesnt make the present life any better.... ~*Darkness Falls*~
This is really good. Dark, and with a slight chance of hope. Keep writing.
the fighting spirit is strong indeed.. what's with the spelling? it his style there's no problem keep it up
Nice poem, i loved reading it but it was hard i think you should work on ur spelling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good writing...the words flow well.