The Lonely Road

I'm on this road...it's weary and long.
I keep hearing the words 'stay strong'
Through watery eyes, I follow signs.
This endless road is so tiring at times.

Night times comes and I'm driving still.
I feel like I am driving against my will.
But I carry on, around each silent bend.
I'm hoping this road is nearly at an end.

It deceives at times and it casts a spell.
Are there miles ahead...it's hard to tell?
I pass so many landmarks and sights.
Silently they trouble my days and nights.

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John Botterill

Tue 4th Oct 2022 18:56

Very moving, Mike. Full of deep feeling.

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Mike Bartram

Tue 4th Oct 2022 17:41

Thank you for reading and the nice comment, appreciate that.

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 4th Oct 2022 07:28

A well-written and thought-provoking poem, Mike. Thank you.

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