I'm serching for someone.
The trees loom over my head.
My eyes are open, but they feel shut.
This road in front of me is long.
But, still I go on.
I can hear the loud clap of thunder,
And smell the scent of rain blowing in the wind.
I do not let my legs tremble for I do not fear.
I've been down this lonely road before.
You could almost say we are friends.
No, we are closer.
Some might say I gave birth to this forsaken road.
Yet, still I search.
I cry out your name into the black abyss!
All I hear is an echo in return.
My own voice mocks me.
The storm begins.
The road goes on.
The trees grow taller.
My search for you continues.
By: T.J. Tom