Poem: The Road light

Walking the roads that holding my heart.

Now my head is hanging low as the trees tear it apart.

Looking at the houses that once stood tall.

Now falling to ground without a soul breath.

Looking ahead trying hard not look back.

I end up stuck in the middle while the light is no longer red.

Trying to figure which way to go.

I look back and see my path is not yet grown.

Wondering why this cannot be when this place is no longer me.

Then I realize this place is me.

This is my first destination, and it looks to be my last.

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