The road is lonely when night falls deep,
An endless stretch where shadows creep.
Each step I take feels hollow and cold,
A path of stories long untold.
No voices linger, no whispers greet,
Just the echo of my weary feet.
Dust settles in the cracks of stone,
A silent witness to dreams overthrown.
I walk alone in this moonlit haze,
Through twists and turns of endless maze,
Where memories fade like stars at dawn,
And all that’s left is to carry on.
Perhaps I pause, and I look behind,
At all I’ve lost, all I can’t rewind.
But there’s no turning, no going back,
Only this silent, lonesome track.
The road is lonely, yet here I stay,
With nothing but the night to lead my way.
I bear the weight of quiet fear,
And therefore move forward, year by year.
About the Creator
Melanie
Hi, I’m Melanie, a writer in Doha, Qatar. I capture the essence of daily life, exploring growth, resilience, and the beauty of our journey. Through stories and poetry, I aim to connect and inspire. Let’s explore this path together.
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