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.
