Sometimes we travel down empty roads, <br />roads filled with nothing but despair; <br />there is no turn off points for happiness, <br />no turning for joy. <br />Just an empty barren road <br />the way we feel sometimes, <br />there seems no light <br />at the end of the tunnel anywhere, <br />just a ribbon of darkness <br />that stretches out to nowhere. <br /> <br /> <br />3 February 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-roads/
