The Lonely Road

The road is lonely when night falls deep,

An endless stretch where shadows creep.

Each step I take feels hollow and cold,

A path of stories long untold.

No voices linger, no whispers greet,

Just the echo of my weary feet.

Dust settles in the cracks of stone,

A silent witness to dreams overthrown.

I walk alone in this moonlit haze,

Through twists and turns of endless maze,

Where memories fade like stars at dawn,

And all that’s left is to carry on.

Perhaps I pause, and I look behind,

At all I’ve lost, all I can’t rewind.

But there’s no turning, no going back,

Only this silent, lonesome track.

The road is lonely, yet here I stay,

With nothing but the night to lead my way.

I bear the weight of quiet fear,

And therefore move forward, year by year.