The Boulevard To Nowhere
The tree lined streets
Lovers smile hand in hand
I walk serenely taking in the scent of a spring breeze
To a most certain prophecy thus assured
A wine bar that serves a great poison
I am anxious to drink the grapes of wrath
As I travel on a predestined voyage
That shall walk me to my death
No matter where the end may be
No matter where I wake up
I know life will be grim
Oh, but better than all of you
I know waking up is a chance so very slim
If I fail, you shall see me smile
Secretly, I shall desire another mile
This path will lead to more tribulations
Of conflicting dreams and hopes long lost
This poem is fraught with naught
Salvation is nothing but a lost road
Tiss ok
This is where I belong
Underneath
The mystic rose of silence
Buried deep deep beneath
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2013
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