Way of Things

When the road endsphoto 3-2 - Version 2
the leaves fall and the sun sets.
Dreams in the future cease to be.
It’s the way of things.

When the road ends
insignificant futures fade and die.
Discarded lives swept away.
It’s the way of things.

When the road ends
silent victims sell their voices.
Torn pages seeking cover.
It’s the way of things.

When the road ends
realization will weep regret.
Lost pieces of humanity’s soul.
It’s the way of things; it’s the end.

January 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne

photo: CA Hawthorne

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