The Dead Path

[AlLeYkAt86-]

They sound like lies

Til someone dies

These autumn skies

They can be so deceiving

I walked alone

On my way home

I walked alone

And no one cared to stop me.

She left him there

Upon the stairs

His heart laid bare

She wished she had been kinder

She walked alone

On her way home

The wind had grown

And now we cannot find her.

He finally left

To catch his breath

That shortcut's death

He started walking anyway

He walked alone

On his way home

The moon had shown

His burial's on Sunday.

This midnight breeze

That stirs the trees

Drown out the pleas

Of people gone and fading

I walked alone

On my way home

Not quite alone

There's something out there waiting.

[fauxartist]

very sad poem....but very good as well....who is the someone waiting ?

[AlLeYkAt86- in reply to fauxartist]

No idea, can't be anyone good.

[fauxartist in reply to AlLeYkAt86-]

I would say from a poet’s point of view, that this could be alluding to the inevitable we all face at some time in our life....

[AlLeYkAt86- in reply to fauxartist]

It's open to interpretation.