No road home ...

No road home ...

No one passes through here ever stays for long

i can't even seem to catch sight of my own road home

The body hanging at the end of my own line i don't recognize

waiting for a change ― that never comes around

Fleeting through the primrose path crossroads in a blur,...

right now i'm standin' here like a brainless scarecrow all alone 

Just another familiar frost heave pothole barely shunt

swerved around like an unmarked bump

on this frozen lonesome road

i let you see it and you told me what it was ,..

but the shadow in the rear-view mirror reflects the ground 

Looking for the Black Box to unearth the cause of the crash

somewhere underneath a black and white rainbow i can't find

If you see a wayfaring stranger that abides undone

don't even stop to feel the ache that trickles down 

Just hit the gas and hold sway the wheels go round,

look off---- the dead raccoon lay sullied at the side of the road

No one passes through here ever stays for long

i can't even seem to catch sight of my own road home

The body hanging at the end of my own line i don't recognize

waiting for a change ― that never comes around

note:
"it's only water" was a moment, a concept which measured an untamed wilderness river's flow; a fleeting life chapter came and went, a not so simple soul's pseudonym for an enigmatic being trying to just let go ,.. yes, i too always dreamed of being someone else that found 

freedom from unhappiness, 

a life well lived,

because it's a long road 

tough times change,

bedevil,

undo, 

melt down ―

••• redux •••

written by: h.a. rivers ... 11 .13 .2017

writing happens ―