The Road
The Road
The scattered glass pieces,
The used old needles,
Around to hurt me.
The papers and garbage,
The cracks and mold,
Making it less attractive.
All covered with thick smoke,
And toxic waste everywhere,
Sending shivers down my spine.
I felt a little light-headed as I walked.
With the smell of vomit and filth in my path.
I don't know where I'm heading.
I don't know how long it will take me.
But I feel I will accomplish something.
That will change my life.
When I reach the end.
This poem was written by fabiola sully on Mar 15, 2008.
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