The Lonely Road

An emptiness felt Clothes tattered and torn Toes peeking out of socks Shoes without souls Walking blind to others Invisible to them all Warm days I am blessed Cold nights I fear death Hopeless is reality Kindness is not seen They fear my dirt An unshaven face If only they could see Without seeing me born the same Traveling different paths One filled with gold The other a dead road Walking alone Down this lonely road I only ask for shelter But drink numbs My Soul No longer I care drunkenness Eases my pain For all you see Is my weakness For you are blind From what I see Look through my eyes With wonder Could you be me For just one day