Gravel

my life is so like the gravel beneath the tires

worn and ridden, time and again

pressed and aching

for new and smooth

i'm hot and dark

abused by everything

used by everyone

so low am i

low and dead

nothing through all my existence

i want so much to pick up and go

but things will never change

not on this road

where people come and go

forwards and backwards

anyway though it may be the wrong way

i go everyway all at once

stretching and reaching

searching on day or night

i've been everywhere but nowhere

and still have yet to find where i need to be.

Reviews

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

This is written with a melancholy feel. Sad but searching. Well written.

[Mr. Lopez]

This is wonderful, sarrowful and lovely. I liked the aimless feeling that i was left with after reading and while reading. Thank you for posting this beautiful piece.