The dead street

Inspired by Leona Lewis;Better in time

Long nights, Heart caged, soul wounded, mind bruised, eyes racing along the tiny bits of marks attached to the wall. 

Body failing you with hands feeling helpless as you wonder ; when will the crying end. when will the walls of disappointment come crashing down, setting my caged heart free.

you travelled on the road lead travelled, now you are solemnly  crawling around on a dead street, looking for help and peace.  It was on that dead street where the tiny pieces of your broken heart fell. It was on that dead street where your wounded soul bled. It was on that dead street where you lost your mind and shuttered your hopes.  The road less travelled felt like a new experience yet all it did was finish the tiny bits of pieces your body could contain.

Now you are clouded with regret,wishing that someone had told you not to walk on that dead street, you wish someone warned you not to walk on that street which did not only tear you down but ripped your soul apart.  you wish someone told you that you will break your own heart in the end. You wish someone would've reached out to your slowly going deaf ears and told you to stop.  The dead street tore you apart and changed the way you see and define love,and most importantly... it changed the way you see you. 

The dead street couldn't care to caress your bleeding feet which were paddling on the surface while leaving prints of broken dreams.  You ended up being comfortable walking on the street and you felt that it was okay to try and find peace on a dead street.  The dead street gave you a heart felt treasure, that treasure was a naked lesson, the lesson was that you cannot find  life and vibe on a dead street