A Road Without End



I walk along the path of sorrow

and the avenue of tears.

Laced with ribbons of vitality,

its stones don’t utter a sound.

A street where masks wear smiles,

but no joyful faces to be found.



Maggots infest the lost bread

my mind half-baked.

They move like a deadly virus,

waiting for its living meal.

Their infection clouds the discernment

of what’s fake and what’s real.



My mind shadows the wisdom

of great malevolent light.

I laugh and weep in shame

as I behold my shattered scheme.

Reality cracked the pavement

on the boulevard of broken dreams.



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I'm not completely satisfied with this. I need some help getting rid of how disjointed it becomes in parts.