There is a dusty road,
In a vacant town,
Where no one lives,
And there is no sound.
It was once a great city,
Populated with thinkers,
Filled with ideas,
And numerous speakers.
But now they are gone,
Dead and buried today,
Replaced with shadows,
Phantasm dismayed.
They lurk in the darkness,
Only seen by the light,
That by chance shines upon them,
And reveals such a sight.
Oh what they would do,
If they merely would speak,
Igniting conversation,
Inspiring to think.
Break free from your prison,
Think not on your fear,
Abandon your fortitude,
Your salvation is near.
Month: February 2013
Temporary Loneliness
Embarking now to solitude,
I’m left with one intent,
To establish lasting fortitude,
And seek to implement,
A demeanor of grace and kindness,
Devoid of expectation,
In their faults submit to blindness,
Without any hesitation.
Yet while lovely this may seem,
It does incur a loss,
For I do abandon a dream,
Unfulfilled and left to dross.
I’d hoped for association,
And a journey to the end,
With companions of inspiration,
Rightly vulnerable and genuine,
But alas it is not to be,
I am to venture forth alone,
Passionately free,
While marching towards my home.
I am hopeful for tomorrow,
In the light of Heaven’s promise,
There will surely be no sorrow,
Despair or loneliness.
Landon Metts – Writer, Reader, Enthusiast 