End of the Line

A poem.

The road led onward,
forward, straight ahead.
You couldn’t see it’s end
but you strived for it.
Each mile brought you joy,
an accomplishment,
but it was never enough.

You never took the time
to relish, to bask.
Instead it was onward,
ever forward.
Does the end of the road matter
if you’re
broken down inside.

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