[.the barest road.]

the barest road is where she’s been;
along an empty stretch of gray
that doesn’t care a thing for her
and never did
and never will

the barest road looked good, at first –
but she’s been on it for too long
and lost too much of where she was
and who she was
and who she’d be

oh, girl, i know that i don’t know –
how far you’ve come, how far you’d go –
how life can work, and then implode —

and how much you have lost from all
your years along
and on

the

barest

road

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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