September 01, 2015

Roads

As a boy
I remember
Traveling across the 
Land
on highways
Stretching like
Black rivers 
Of onyx. 

Connecting me to you,
You to me,
He to she and
Who to who. 

Today, taking these 
Highways 
Jagged
Broken lines
Of grey,
Crisscrossing the 
Land
Like scabs,
Failing
Who and who
He and she
Built,
Decaying lines
Between me to you. 


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