Broken Roads

Roads taken for escape Of use no more Burnt bridges like relics Stand a stark reminder Nothing is permanent Maybe except for woes of time Ashes fall like snow Blades of grass now grow Over paths that were so sure Would lead to bliss Unwind now back in a vicious circle With a difference this time One stands at the beginning One crossed over to the end. If all things missed Could be put in one last kiss Why flowers are put on graves As symbols of pity and sorrow Wither in days, loose color and fragrance No headstones needed Some roses are seeded For a singular purpose For deaths like these are oft repeated