Going nowhere
and I’m halfway there
from nothing
to no-one
in a heartbeat
no legacy
no masterplan
I just scrawl my thoughts
wherever I can
just me and my pen
paper ran out long ago
I don’t remember when
Going where?
someplace they accept this
rabbit in the headlight stare
the station long deserted
did I deserve this Disservice?
just a man with no hope
goal, or purpose
no ambitions held
where I’ve been the voices yelled
what is my legacy
travel to hell and back to meet my internal enemy
for a broken heart
and an inkless pen
and a flow of words, that just won’t start
Going spare, am I about to drop
what's the next stop
where do I fall next?
how can I fail a test?
I didn’t know I was taking
is the sun crashing
blinded to the pathway clear
or am I losing sight
blinded by an endless night
the way to my heart so dear
where have I been
what will be my legacy?
a notebook of words unspoken
scraps of paper, covered in spidery letters
written in my pen, long broken
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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