There's a Dead End up Ahead

My life is a road, but not of sticks and stones,
But of bombs and rock slides,
There are broken paths, large depressions,
And cliffs that you can’t see,
Because the road is filled with darkness,
And if I go too far, there’s no turning back,
For I would be lost and my destiny,
Will be tragedy.

And if I break my leg in the middle of the road,
I better get up and limp all the way home.
‘Cause life’s too short to sit in the sun,
Waiting for god, or some good to come.
Thinking someone will come help me up,
It’s a cold world, really messed up,
But the road I travel has a deadly end,
I wish I could start over, to where it begins.

But the road I travel is full of grime,
Of walking zombies and drug mines,
Of lost souls occupying bodies,
Of one nights stands and night long parties.
Of long dead people pretending to be alive,
Of lonely men with mad sex drives,
Of women with no form of self-respect,
Of aborted babies, and babies suffering reject.

If it were just me, it would be okay,
But I have the burden of someone with me everyday,
Like blood, they are, I can’t let them down,
So off this road I have to be soon,
Or I will no longer be around.

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Because the dumb authors note doesn't want to work, I want to say that this poem is for my story Dream Life