A Road Still Driven

Languished at the end of my cavity Abandoned in neurotic presumptions In time disappear without a whisper The silence humming sore A solely who lives without a role A soul bewildered, unstable The soul which yearn for the color of sky Souls which howling for a vivid Occasional rustle awaken by the rhythm of mind Not much but longitudinally drilled within the sense It is an art which lasting Continuously, persistently Though the monotony unable to kill the instincts of a poet Even if she wanted to ... The role of enlighten soul reborn behind the turbulence of a spirit Once it stood as a strong independence of a privacy Unable be asleep nor raped It's still there evaporating my life This road which still driven The long journey of a poet Forget how this start, unsure when it ends I prefer to drive it along as long as I could live ************************************************************* 8th Place "A Road Still Driven" Contest Sponsor Michael J. Falotico