Road Map Manifest
Road of damnation. How long have my steps haunted scorched Asphalt. A mirage of my former frame Willed back to existence. As if projected through dust and air, From the memory of friends and family And yet corporeal…The hole remains, Void of light and warmth. And so I wander winding threads beyond what mortal eye could see Feet dragged heavy through cracked stone, Searching…until all of me is made whole. And as time unfolds, I…