At the Well

Drawn to a spirit well, of lost souls,
Decaying on the jovial vine.
No heartbeat to keep me this time.

A homeless soul,
begging for a thought in time.
Gone, now.
A day seems like an eternity.

Floating, endlessly over the wreck on the highway.
I've come by this by way in a memory in a dream.
Where now you are just another victim on my
desert highway.

Deserted, wanderer of Earth and of Sky.
You are what I watched flip fly by.
I struggle to ease my pain,
when I feel these mixed words are in vain.

Reviews

[Michael X]

the highway of life, passing opportunity by, but when is the right time to stop,
inventively poetic! I loved the imagery and the desert road.