“Dead End”
by: daniel fesperman
I am wondering down a deserted road,
How I got here I still don’t know.
The road is crowded, but still empty,
I can’t see them, and they can’t see me.
No one talks because no one listens,
The things of the past interrupt our vision.
Things we forget, but their pain still feel,
Overturning them in our head like the soil we till.
The memories forgotten are things of the past,
We try to forget them, but silently hope they last.
The walls we build will crumble and fall,
We know we are weak, but still we give our all.
Through trouble, I toil and struggle with strife,
I limp and I crawl but the end is not in sight.
