The Road

I feel lost. 

Not hopeless...

But near. 

Still turning my wheels with a roaring engine...

But is there a cliff towards which I vere? 

My soul, is tired. 

My body aches. 

My heart, broken...

My aim, wandering..

More and more...

It's wandering. 

 

And before 30, 

I make that turn, 

No end in sight...

Fear..

Takes over again. 

Shelter. 

Safety. 

Hopelessness... 

Fatigue. 

My insides, weary. 

I take that ride, 

But it slows and stops. 

I'm lost.