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The Broken Road

I’m tired of walking the broken roads


The pitted pavement beneath my feet

Stretching out, with no end

Me reaching out and

You, not reaching


The road runs both ways

You know

You say “Life’s just so busy”

Which means I’m not a part

Of yours.


I’m done with those

Broken roads.

Those overgrown paths leading to

Weed-choked thickets

You won’t miss me

Because you never did

So, I’ll pave my own road

And be met by those headed my way.

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