Broken roads leading to nowhere
I felt the end of our path —
and closed my eyes again.
it is the end |||
So many miles to our end,
and you shouted denial
but it is the end and I
felt the world move again.
I dreaded and mourned
this day, it is a dead-end
and I leave all I know again
feeling my heart burst when
I died upon the hill Genoa
and my tears fell but I stood
tall upon my falling soul.
And where you went I followed
even in death I put my hands
within yours as you run from
the danger of life and that death
you love so much
It’s a colliding HillLove
called Genoa
:: 10-27-2014 ::
