rich lodato

The Road In Me - Poem by rich lodato

I've become a road
I've become the ground
I can feel the weight
I can only look up

so many pieces and bits
so much of me won't fit
I can see many cars
I feel the rumble in me

beneath I'm cold and stone
Inside me so ignored
so much is stagnant here
no one sees my fears

I can't get up and walk
I am laid and tared to here
I will always be here
the road and all his fears

you ride all over me
you stand and spit on me
for me it is my fate
the road of life I take

*white lines and black tar
long creaks from drying heat
remains from tires and heaps
this is me the road that keeps

look at me I am the road
down at me I take your load
all of you and only me
who knows maybe I'm free

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if I were a road


3-14-1978 - *2-28-1985

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

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