They lay all around
In grey, brown and black.
My heart lurched,
Making me stumble and gasp.
Where do they lead?
Everywhere, nowhere.
With blurry eyes, I stared
Helpless as the maze chocked me.
Huddling into my thin coat,
I sat invisible on the small rock
As cars whizzed by
On the busy highway of life.
House on Street No. 14,
My home, my heaven.
It no more made me smile,
The memories too painful to bear.
Don’t burn your bridges,
Some advised. I nodded.
Mend your bridges when you have a chance,
Others said. I nodded.
Where was the bridge?
I couldn’t help but wonder.
The asphalt, iron, and mud,
Never led me anywhere.
Lines- that’s all they were,
Irregular and senseless, like my mind.
No wishing tar could help me find,
A lane that led me to my lost soul.
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Photo By: Ashley Batz
