endless, nameless

A Story by sAM

journey of an endless journey and a nameless destination

my life's like an endless journey and a nameless road.
traveling alone through the streets of shame and the road of faliure.
while i walk further i sit under a dead tree with my dairy writing down the lines of my shattered dreams with the ink of pain.
after a while a continue my journey, i look back, i see my my shadow laugh and leave me.
i don't remember the last time i met myself, i hear the sky ask my home ? broken walls and no roof to protect me ... that's my home.
this is infact just the beginning of the end, i am still walking towards an endless journey and a nameless road.
a painful childhood and a grown up war against myself makes my journey endless, nameless ... .. .
sAM

© 2013 sAM

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annabellee

This is really deep. It has great images.
"while i walk further i sit under a dead tree with my dairy writing down the lines of my shattered dreams with the ink of pain."
This is by far my favourite line, so powerful and full of great images.
But don't you think it's more like a little story?
Anyways, I really enjoyed reading it :)