Road To Nowhere

30 Apr 2010

Infectious emptiness Infectious pain we spread Like a disease that eases For a while and then kills Slowly but surely Our burned bridges And ruined relationships Will infect those we love To be in pain and shame When all we need is healing Rain to cover us and wash Us away to a place Where we can let it go And give it up to someone bigger

GrantBrenton

I am a small town guy who has been in the same place his entire life. I can't wait to get out into the world and see everything. On the poetry end of things I am a young and aspiring poet looking for ways to have his poems viewed and critiqued...

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