The Lonely Road

This road goes nowhere Like a dilapidated house All warmth has been sucked out It is full of broken heartedness Pain fills the sockets of its eyes Sorrow is the blanket that hangs on its roof Like a mouthful of sourness There is no taste, just bitterness Like an old container of life This road goes nowhere It is the road to perdition But yet it looks so innocent With its old sagging trees It is a road to no where Like an ancient pyramid It is surrounded by questions Unanswered questions haunt its face It is a ghost-like maze That goes nowhere Just like an overdose of turmoil It is a desolate house of hopelessness Its purpose is yet to be discovered Like an old rag It is full of holes that cannot be mended In today's society, every road seem to lead to this spectre Standing erect in the middle of the constructed reality The lonely road is full of people Not knowing where they are going They stagger around in total despair Looking for an exist That seem to be non-existent It is a tragedy that needs an acute remedy But everyone else seems to be busy with their lives Unaware of this anomaly They cannot offer any help Until it's too late ©Kenneth Maswabi