Lonesome Route Poem by Jay Kaminski

If tomorrow were to be the end
and the world would stop turning,
Take my hand, yes, break with me
the night into the morning,
For I'm a skin to few, and I thought I knew
but you left me so withdrawn,
Now I'm too down to speak and I'm to low to peak
for I know I'm already gone.

Inside my head, my mind is racing
competing at such a speed,
Outside thy shed, the world is pacing
full of jealousy and greed,
But I won't take the easy road
I'll take the lonesome path,
Nor fill my head with error
'come a victim of their wrath.