The secluded road through the woods
Darkness that is the devil
The void that is solitude
Yet in the midst is emptiness
Home to the dead, a cemetery
Spiral down the jungle these diverging paths
Yet the road never does find its match
Labyrinthine its digress
Completes the most solitary journey of all
The suffering in descent
Traversing through them all
It diminishes into a wall.
3 comments:
the road will never find its match.. the road will always be alone.. the match should be looked for in the journey...
oh why did your road end at a wall... do you mean dead end...?
Yes I thought of it as a dead end, I am not too good at prose I am afraid!!
its quite well written! I love it
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