haunting path

broken branches and dry roots

like a haunting dream of

my lonely lonely path

strewn with thorns of all

i trudge along

sometimes pushing sometimes pulling

while the sun shines

full on my face

blistering and stark

i still walk alone

sometimes stomping,pulling myself all alone

not a lonely soul to see

just empty thoughts of me and mine ,

But all the time, I spent with friends

those designer clothes in latest trends

The jolly rides, the happy talks

I've lost them all, I've lost them all

They still have left their marks in me

Those memories still keep pricking me

For those little things, I love them all

In this lonely ride, I shall never fall.