A stranger told me I was going in the wrong direction
With nothing left I stood rightfully at the intersection
The life I was living was a roundabout with no real exit
Hands off the wheel of fortune I was searching for merit
Void of signposts, in the dark with no one to ask for aid
Gas meter down, fuel for thought will not get bills paid
One day I may look back at us regretting the wrong turn
One day I may reach my destination with no love to burn
Month: April 2019
Zeus.
Peering through the window, a feeling arose
An energy that felt hollow inspired a prose
Some say days go by and the pain eases
Some say days go by and the pain ceases
No one warned me against my own reflection
That your loss would be a continual affliction
I aim to stay strong and do the name proud
To smile each time I say your name out loud
Though it is said you and I left a story untold
The outcome of our story is yet to unfold