Bleak and desolate outlook,
darkness sweeps around.
The road less traveled,
seems to know no bounds.
Softly forward you tread,
discovered by lonely despair.
Attracted by the anguish,
is how it knows you're there.
Emptiness fill the void,
that expands by the day.
Yearning there was someone,
who could show you the way.
The tunnel nears its end,
visible becomes the light.
Telling you that now,
you will be prompt tonight.
darkness sweeps around.
The road less traveled,
seems to know no bounds.
Softly forward you tread,
discovered by lonely despair.
Attracted by the anguish,
is how it knows you're there.
Emptiness fill the void,
that expands by the day.
Yearning there was someone,
who could show you the way.
The tunnel nears its end,
visible becomes the light.
Telling you that now,
you will be prompt tonight.
Written Oct 07
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