Empty Roads

Sometimes we travel down empty roads,
roads filled with nothing but despair;
there is no turn off points for happiness,
no turning for joy.
Just an empty barren road
the way we feel sometimes,
there seems no light
at the end of the tunnel anywhere,
just a ribbon of darkness
that stretches out to nowhere.

3 February 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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