Winter Road
By E.C Branwen
How cold and gray the world may seem,
Down the road less traveled we’re rarely seen.
To go down a road that never ends,
Forever searching for curving bends.
The frozen snow nips at my feet.
And the whole world seems very bleak.
Things are now shells of what they once were.
And the once blue sky begins to blur.
Things were once innocent, I’m sure you can tell.
Green, blue and yellow, now are fragile shells.
I never thought the colors would fade.
I kept some of the colors, the rest are in a grave.
Now I travel down this path that I myself made…
