i trudge along a long and winding road,
with silence for company, sullen and sunk;
staring into the distance,
i ponder about this zombie like existence;
standing along the edge,
not able to give in or give up,
my mind is at war with itself,
and the road seems endlessly long;
as the shadows merge with the darkness of the night,
i count the street lights one by one,
some broken, some lit,
but they all seem dull and faded;
too tired to walk,
gone too far to come back,
i want to be happy,
but life is being a tough negotiator;
why is it always like this with me?
maybe i am cursed?
maybe i am the devil of my own doing?
or maybe my time has run out?
fragile and down again,
i am trying to hide the storm that is raging inside me,
trapped in this pitiful existence,
i can only stare at this long road of life;
Hi, this is a great poem. This is life, this is the road, we are all traveling on.
My name is.Joseph Thomas, I am American poet/orator/translator
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I am contacting you because I would love to communicate and connect with the fellow poets of your country!
Those questions are so real is everyone. Great poem. Great emotion and wonderful showing of reality.
this poem is “baller”
Amazing work. I completely relate and find myself feeling this way most days but can’t articulate the struggle as clearly as you have. Keep writing as you have a lovely gift for the world.
perfect poem, so deep and meaningful, i love it, It was written a long time ago but I hope you are still writing and you see this comment.