Start out with a blank slate,
open road stares you in the face,
you take the bait
and with a shifty unsure gait,
you are on the forsaken ground,
nobody with you
take a look around,
take in the lack of sights and sound
alone in infnity,
surrounded by nothingness,
you just want things to be
just want to taste, smell, feel
life for the first time,
all over again
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2 comments:
I like it..esp the title.
All of us who write poetry have a whole repertoire of such stuff though...but few of us are open enough to share it..
kudos to ya!
few words...plethora of meanings.
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