Woebegone Road
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komal
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The Woebegone Road,
Love lost.

Woebegone Road

A road loops through misty lands.

On that road, is a swing hung from invisible ropes

Right in the middle of nowhere.

Swinging gently, rocked back forth

by unseen hands of Time.

A woebegone figure sits slumped.

He writes a story, weaving in

lost strands of love, lust,

fate and destiny.

The story covers the grey skies

like a blanket, casting a sombre glow.

Ink lies splattered over the clouds

Tears flow river like, touching his soles.

He melts away bit by bit as he reaches

the story’s end.

There was nothing left of him any more.

The wind carries his lost story to

lovelorn skies. A mournful song it sings

The swing sways empty,

waiting.

For someone else to pass by.

Komal Gupta @ tejaswiniaura

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