The road

I sit and wait beside the road-
it stretches far and long.
My eyes are wearied by the watch,
my world is still and dull.

Horizon hovers high and wide,
it reaches round from view;
the road still lingers to the edge,
so empty, sad and bare.

I wait. For what? I hardly know.
My mother left me here,
upon the road of childhood,
close-brushed by forest fear.

And still no shadow on the road,
the years wear shabby waiting
and childhood drifted from my hand;
small pebbles on the grave.

The forest sighs. Or was it me?
A breath bent low with tears.
Now I must take the road myself,
to learn where it will lead.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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1 Response to The road

  1. julespaige says:

    The choices we make can create better places for ourselves as we move forward.

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