Were you dodging, weaving, hiding from pain
Running down lost roads seeking fortune and fame
And when in the night the darkness took hold
Were you then free from the pitch-black sadness and bone-chilling cold
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Did you drum your way through that fear and hate
Were you riding the rails on a nonstop train
Had your demons encircled and sealed final fate
Would you ever be able to go back home
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Did the road give you freedom
Was this your way out
Did the whiskey and drugs give you courage and clout
Did you find in that person you thought that you knew
More riddles and rhymes, without any clues
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Were the iron chains from past sadness chiseled away
Could you breath more freely, were you finally safe
Did the road heal your demons or were you the same
Did it matter at all who was to blame?
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Or were there clear answers to those questions you held
Within the dark canyons in life where you dwelled
A world that released you from the scorn in your heart
And offered salvation, new answers, fresh starts
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Those days now far gone while life has moved on
Your musical past down lost roads, old songs
Yet often still now you sit, and you wait
When you think of those days running away
Very powerful imagery and words. Almost sounds like a biography of my life. It gave me goosebumps its so familiar. Well done and absolutely my favorite. Your brother in Ink. Larry
It was! I listen to what you say and may not know the specifics but could see the deep emotion in your words.
Thank you for this Johnny! What an eloquent and thought-provoking poem.!?
Thank you so much Darlene. I wonder at times if my words resonate or are they to image driven for people to see. Your kind words are greatly appreciated…. J