Toll Mine To Pay
My road deeply potholed,
with those left behind
Resurfaced with pain,
all casualties mine
A road often fatal,
to family and friends
No roses to line it,
as it twisted and bent
When forced to look back,
I see nothing but blood
From my hands to the cradle,
on those that I’ve loved
If you ask me my reason
for acting this way
With eyes straight ahead,
I’d have nothing to say
With the road getting shorter,
compressed in the light
Behind me those bodies,
that questioned my flight
The deeper I travel,
newer endings begin
This toll mine to pay
—heading further within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
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