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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Road
[time] => 2006-12-17 14:27:05
[hometext] => It's a bit depressing, but a lot thoughtful.
[bodytext] => Upon my Road of solitude, of which its length, I know naught, I march without pause towards a destination that is hidden by a Cloud of obscurity, drifting before my footsteps. It is a Cloud of blindness, of concealment, of mystery that I follow ceaselessly and mindlessly. Behind me, I can see all that the Cloud has revealed, throughout my lonely journey. And I do not want to look back at the miles that I have abandoned, nor do I wish to see those which I tread upon at present: Rocks that make my feet bruise black, fire that licks them to blisters, and shards of broken bottles that cut deep into my skin. Rather, I stare into the Cloud before me, hoping, praying that my next step, or the one after that, somewhere along this Road, the ground will become grass, such as I can recall feeling in brief times before. But will it even be there? The Cloud does not relent as I continue my steady pace. We all walk these Roads with the same ignorance, only with different grounds beneath our feet and different lengths before us. We endure the journey with different outlooks upon the Past, the Present, and the Future. But, regardless of our reluctance, when faced with that Cloud, we have to remember to savour each rock that wounds our feet and the lengths that we have left behind, because we never know when the Cloud might uncloak... ...the End of the Road. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Jane_Doe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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