Roads Of Empty Poem by uder pressure

Roads Of Empty



a long and endless
way to somewhere
away from the mess
to a place of beauty

the broken cracks
only show the pain
i've lived traveled
and survived through

the limbs and leaves
are my only friends
whispering sweet
nothings around me

then they'd stop
for a few months
and all grows cold
and leaves me
in the dark

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