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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Ran Into Some Trouble On The Road To Nowhere
[time] => 2005-05-01 20:52:14
[hometext] => I wrote this when I was depressed once. Please read and comment!
[bodytext] => I ran into some trouble, on the road to nowhere. I stopped and stared at a black hole in the road. I threw in a rock and never heard it hit bottom. It just kept falling and never stopped. Sometimes I feel like life is repeating itself Sometimes I feel like the trip is never done Sometimes I feel like people and places only exist in my mind Unknown forces shoved me aside and I felt an incredible wind that told me all was taken from the earth. I opened my mouth to speak but the words were stolen from my lips so tender. Sometimes I feel like I'm always falling down a hole Sometimes I feel like life is the road to hell Sometimes I feel like my lips will burn the sky I got lost on a road exactly like this But I didn't see the black spot that made me feel guilty of a sin I committed when I was young. Much younger than I am today. I wore a yellow dress that I hated. I took a walk in the woods, but I wasn't really there. I am just a ghost. Sometimes I feel like I'm disappearing Sometimes I feel like I'm still a child Sometimes I feel like my life is burning away like a sunset No one told me that I'd have days like these. I've always had a smooth road. I've always known a life that's green and free. They gave me pearls and lace. They gave me caviar and only Evian water. But things like that do not suffice. Sometimes I feel like I am still suffering Sometimes I feel like this is never enough Sometimes I feel like I'm going to die I left the woods, I left the hole. I was still a ghost. I was still floating like a leaf blowing in the wind, just to find a place to die. But I left that place. Never to see black spots in the road. Never to see pearls and lace. Never to see the greens. But watching pine trees leak awful dark and moist secrets so I have to swallow my tongue with my pain and my fate. And I'll have to find a cave to sleep in while the willows whip the ground with thunderous force and try desperately to paint our faces red. Sometimes I feel like I'm chewing on birch bark Sometimes I feel like My tongue's not attached to my head Sometimes I feel like leaving this hole. So I felt the sky weep upon me and I fell to my knees and stretched out my arms toward the north wind then the south wind. But I couldn't stand up and I couldn't utter a prayer. I don't even know if I was ever really there at all. I know that I was thirsty for the yellow lines painted on the road, and I was hungry for the depths of the hole. There was no traffic on this road. I was alone. I felt for the dirt by the side and hoped that a truck would find me. But no such luck on such a dark lonely road on such a dark lonely night. I wished for a miracle a sign for free impenetrable thought and for rain to wash away the impurities of the soil I held in my hands. I was never lost again on this road. So I decided to move on and never stop for another black hole. Sometimes I feel like empty space is a waste of my time Sometimes I feel like this road could've been smoother Sometimes I feel like a road to nowhere should lead just there. Somewhere…..Nowhere…… [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cupid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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