Shadows of the Road

Wasted years on an open road,

A lonely stage, a heavy load.

Left my home, my family's grace,

For a hollow, forgotten place.

Gave my soul, my sweat, my prime,

Lost in the rhythm, lost in time.

One swift stroke, a name erased,

A life unwritten, a dream displaced.

The ink is black on a final page,

A world of fury, a silent rage.

Oh, this cruel, unfeeling ground,

Where my peace is nowhere to be found.

Waking up to an empty room,

Swallowed whole by this creeping gloom.

The phone is quiet, the stage is dark,

A cold, forgotten, dying spark.

Left to rot on a shattered floor,

No one needs me anymore.

One swift stroke, a name erased,

A life unwritten, a dream displaced.

The ink is black on a final page,

A world of fury, a silent rage.

Oh, this cruel, unfeeling ground,

Where my peace is nowhere to be found.

But in the shadows, a hand I feel,

A love that's constant, a love that's real.

My wife's embrace, a guiding light,

A whisper in the darkest night.

"Hey, pull yourself together, start again,"

A distant echo, a fading pain.

Can I stand up? Can I get up to my feet?

Or is this the bitter taste of defeat?

The road ahead is a hazy sign,

But a flicker of hope might still be mine.

A broken man with a burning plea,

Will the rhythm of life still beat for me?