Truth

Just another random poem

Truth

I invested it all in the false hope that you were different…
in the unrealistic idea that I might be something special,
there is nowhere to turn for comfort,
no one left that is real,
nothing at the end of the proverbial road-
it’s an ordinary road just like the millions of others
…that cross the planes of this life,
it is not a sensationalized tight rope that I am walking…
it is not Frost’s road less traveled…
it is a typical day….
typical me…
typical you