Road to Oblivion
They say it's not the destination
but the journey, however, this
is not always true as the journey
brings much more pain than
the actual destination we all
hope to reach:
while walking the pavement
in a city known for its grandeur
the chilling air enveloped my
body with untimely candor
Lost in the middle of familiar
avenues where my young feet
once ruled the steps that now
belong in the past
heading nowhere for I
kept no tract of each block
that I passed by with
one eye distorted
better yet blind
could not see what truly
lied ahead as I frightfully passed by
wanting to scream all
my troubles away
wondering how it had
been that I ended this way.
Reminded not to quit for
my journey soon too
will end.
Rejoicing to find the
correct path
home.
Realizing too
that all bad things
that come
sooner or later
are brought to a close
just as we bid the sunset
goodbye
only prevented myself
from flooding a cry
nor embracing the
fright that allowed me
not to despair.
The road once familiar
now lies forgotten
my mind once alert
is enslaved with forgetfulness
for a tyrant
has locked my illusions
away in the land of
the wolves who excitingly
roam street corners
yet my heart pounds
the foolish fools who
will open the path
that await the dawning of
my eternal and restful
oblivion
©ProfesoraLoaiza
