The Road That Leads Through Memories

Walking down this lonely street,
The dust churning beneath my feet.
I walk throughout this empty path,
Facing silent, desolate wrath.

Chasing down my memories,
Images locked and lacking keys.
The shadows leapt against my soul,
My heart and thoughts, no longer whole.

The pieces fall behind my walk,
And trailing behind, continue to stalk.
I’m reminded with reminisces of the past,
And how each step should be my last.

The insistent pounding in my head,
Reminders of fate, and how it bled.
Of what could have, should have been,
Repetition of treacherous sin.

I sit down, on the street side,
With no where to run, nowhere to hide.
I sit while dreams come fourth to haunt,
And wait, for I deserve they’re taunt.

Looking up and into the sky,
Just trying desperately to get by.
Walking this road that continues on,
Tainted by darkness, but I see dawn…