Road to Oblivion

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