Creative Cult: This Empty Road

Yesterday was the promise

Laced with choking hope

For me and you my miss

With such clasping stronghold

Time weathers this bond

Rather than brew a fine wine

Acting of our own accord

We brought us here, well aligned

What…what exactly?

A careless shrug…

An indifferent bear hug…

Just one loose tongue…

Life was much simpler

Without these gloomy sighs

Or our celebrity-styled smiles

A house ruined by guile

It’s the end of this line

Leaning all so close

I ponder on the resonance

Seemingly endless…it clatters

As I roam the promenade

Of our deserted beach

I ask me, rudely

Shouldn’t I have ridden more wisely?

But I falter for answers

Yet given another chance

Again I’ll still be camped here

With thoughts of you…

Down this empty road

Creative Cult