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What is my purpose?  Nobody knows.

I sit and watch old TV shows

All the anger, pain and strife

As I ponder the meaning of life

 

God looks down on me and smiles

The road stretches for miles and miles

I've come so far, yet I'm so far away

So for now right here I'll stay

 

Everyone needs comic relief

So I'll tell you my belief

I was put here for one reason:

To give God's life a little season

 

He sees my antics, and laughs at me

My life is filled with cruelty

Everything I do is all messed up

I pour a drink, and miss the cup

 

I sit and watch, but nobody knows

My life is filled with hard blows

I have no difference, I just don't care

You know they say that life isn't fair

 

I'm the reason people make jokes

Because they think that I'm a hoax

I try my best, but just not enough

I light a cigarette and take a puff

 

Slowly, so slowly, I'm killing myself

I place my heart up on the shelf

I feel my heart is made of ice

People say that I'm not nice

 

I always try to be so cool

I can't believe I'm such a fool

I sat and let you walk away

Pretending I had nothing to say

 

Now, more than ever, I've learned the hard way

All that I wanted was for you to stay

I sat here on this road for days

And killed myself in so many ways

 

I sit here thinking, pondering

If my dull life means a thing

I don't know the answer, can't figure out

What my life is all about

 

I stand up and brush myself off

Knowing down the road, people will scoff

I start to walk once again

Hoping I will find a friend

 

The road stretches for miles and miles

God looks down on me and smiles

I know I will see you again

We'll be together until the end

 

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