A Barren Road

I tread the barren road alone in eerie twilight dusk, for all the seeds my mind has sown they profit only husk, just empty shells, from fervent toil that cause my fevered brow to boil, just empty shells, just empty shells lie scattered over arid soil. I search the barren road alone, fine sifting through the dust, for just a hint that words have grown from inspiration’s lust. No verse is found amidst the dark and silenced is the singing lark, no verse is found no verse is found as desolation doubts the spark. I plough the barren road alone to delve within my soul, through thorny bramble overgrown creation takes a stroll. A hint of rhyme amongst the trees begins to stir a stagnant breeze, a hint of rhyme a hint of rhyme now whispers soft, my dreams to tease.