the road

the road 

i walked down this road, few days back as a child-

my eyes were full of hope, and mind was simple and wild;

so many hands came and touched me, calming my galloping heart

so many beautiful eyes, tearing my ignorance apart;

too many new feelings that, i was quite unable to hold-

too many mysteries behind, that i could never unfold,

n' too many hopes and dreams, too little knowledge of hurt-

too many affection to those i could never become a part-

threw me right off the road, wasted and broken everywhere,

i begged for help, even cried; but no one seemed to care. 

i walk this road as a person, oh yes, yet again

with my eyes open widely n' mind crippled with pain-

now i see what was so foggy in that early morn-

all those sweet flowers, this time, along with their thorn;

all those soft hands, with their wrinkled bodies behind-

all those sparkling eyes hiding a starving mind!

i keep stumbling on my massacred dream

i keep wishing had i been able to scream-

but i keep walking, as when the new sun smiles-

i see this road only, laid over a thousand more miles....

covered up in fog and perhaps, stories untold-

in need of a little warmth, frozen in cold! 

i can't help but walk straight ahead-

there's nothing else in this world i can do instead! 

Author's Note

please tell me what you think of this and where it's been over-written and if i could make it better anyway.

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

How jaded we can become with age...were those things always there ?
I think you did an excellent job in wording this.
Presented well my weary traveler.

Scott

[Coyote Poetry]

You did very well. Sometime I believe need to describe in great detail. My favorite books of today is the Games of Thrones. The writer described every detail with skill. Make you see and feel every situation. We will travel down many roads. If we are lucky. Find peace and salvation one day. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote