The streetlamps end and down that way there's not enough moonlight to see very well... I don't want to venture there at all but there is where my destination lies, through the shadows down the road. They'll swallow me up in an age of darkness and I won't have a tune to whistle... I've no one to keep me company there and the journey continues for many more miles in the shadows down the road. A barking dog echoes through the trees and I can't see to find my way... It always seems to turn out this way and why do my travels always end 'neath the shadows down the road? The night always comes at the end of the day and forever finds me unprepared... How to make light without a match, no torch to carry along with me under shadows down the road. The hair raises up on the back of my neck but there's no turning back from the darkness, there... I suppose it shows my weakness, but whosoever can be so brave masked in shadows down the road?
Clean format, nice rhythm. As yoda would say: Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate & Hate leads to Suffering. As John would say: Love is the Answer, and you know that for sure. I will add: You are the shadows and the road.
Nice. Made me think of many a long walks, both physically and mentally. Ty danman~! Glad Skip got whatever was keeping to from logging on straightened out. Nice to see yah back here again.
i enjoyed this mucho! great form and yeah, the rhythm is smooth and an afterthought to what's being said. I especially liked the last two stanza's, they rose up to just the right level! thx for sharing!
i agree this is a great poem.. you are not alone within the darkness as life passes so do the shadows . lovenpeace from saff
I've always liked the way you write with structure; the antithesis to my own messy poetry It's nice to read you again X
