321st Post

Such irony.

When a child wishes to grow up faster.
To become an adult.

While an adult wishes.
To revert back to a child.

Free of everything.

That an adult needs have.
In order to survive in the harsh world.

Sometimes.
As i look back.

I wonder.

What is keeping death.
From approaching me.

The despair mounts.
Inside my silent half.

The will to give up is just too strong.

No matter how long i drive.
I never seem to come to the end of the road.

Dark.
Foggy.

Never knowing what lies ahead.

A trail of blood.
Marks the way that i have taken.

Painful memories.
Locked behind doors.

As i continue my drive.
Along the highway of darkness.