The Road – A Poem From Wild Words

An introduction to poetry has allowed me to explore moments from my past that allow me to be both creative and melancholy. Although it is a new passion, there is a certain nostalgia brought about from a certain road from my childhood. Therefore, without further delay, this is The Road.

The Road
By Michael Stroup

We walk up hill, it’s not too steep
It’s late at night, but we don’t sleep
The road curves around, to the left with each step
Music screams from headphones with a beat that we kept

We walk down hill, it’s not too steep
It’s early morning, but we didn’t sleep
The road curves around, to the right with each step
Silence makes no sound, with our footsteps we swept

We walk up hill, it’s getting kind of steep
It’s the middle of the day, we really need to sleep
The road curves around, I don’t know which way
Still we make no sound, not sure what to say

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