05-01-2015, 08:04 AM
i'm having issues seeing an end besides the one I write too much about, so I went back in time a bit.
Following the Path to its End
This pathway looks familiar,
but it has changed into a rut.
The weeds choke the flowers,
suffocating anything good.
Fault lines tremor
opening canyons of blame
between us.
You open your mouth to scream
something I refuse to hear.
My hands are clenched;
I will not budge.
You scream you've lost your best friend,
well,
I've lost my whole damn world.
I travel up the path alone,
with chunks of my life
falling off my skin,
littering the trail
behind me.
Following the Path to its End
This pathway looks familiar,
but it has changed into a rut.
The weeds choke the flowers,
suffocating anything good.
Fault lines tremor
opening canyons of blame
between us.
You open your mouth to scream
something I refuse to hear.
My hands are clenched;
I will not budge.
You scream you've lost your best friend,
well,
I've lost my whole damn world.
I travel up the path alone,
with chunks of my life
falling off my skin,
littering the trail
behind me.