Along the Cold Dreary Road

There was a time Of life with joy and happiness Not a single concern Now I just have regrets to look back at Little by little The steps I take come to naught Sadness and self pity Make myself filled with apathy With cowardliness as my virtue, Of living a fulfilled life I dream of everyday Whilst the world dismantles my reality Thorns and rusty nails form my way In every step I take All I have are flesh wounds and bleeding feet to show for My days are filled with frenzied motions Going through the moves I end up as a saddlebag Filled with useless rocks Fear and regret as they’re my arms Despair and desperation are my limbs I trudge on, unable to shake off Dreams and wants drawn and quartered by my fears and incapacitation Thank you God for making me a coward.