Old Roads It wanders like a ghost with dirty old soles.Old Roads by ~bewarecalamity
And stirs the dust up these old dirt roads.
They will not stay haunted by an old goal.
Like a spector in a tornado, oh, it is gone.
My old soul bleating. The heaviness in the air,
reminders of the fray spun in its silver snare.
Sinking in summer heating. Down, down, down.
While the soil rises from the ground.
It wanders like a devil in the crevices of my brain
and sets fire to the brush a road never tread again.
Blackened and charred, a gaping dark scar.
Like an earring in the drain, oh, it is gone.
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