Bleeding On A Lonely Road. Poem by Gabriel T. Saah

As a place of loneliness,
Some of of us we are moving on to success,
The road is lonesome,
Sighs and regrets astounds in the heart of many,
Sadly enough, life goes on,
The bleeding of some is ceaseless,
Not that they are careless,
But that's a reality of life.
We bleed most often on lonely roads,
Our struggles, they care not to know,
But when the canoe comes triumphant,
Everyone wants to row.
Not knowing how we bled on our lonely journeys.
© Marvelous Inker