Coastpoet

There is a road
that has been where it is
for a long time.

It begins
where nothing ever was
and ends

where nothing could be.
It is an overgrown way
choked by years of decay

and forgotten by any
who travelled its course.
Time has no meaning

along the road
and thoughts of those
who were here

mean even less
when life that was
has burned away.

©Coastpoet