The
Empty Road
He stands alone,
On an empty road,
No cars zooming by,
No cars that slowed
He walks forward,
Not knowing what to do,
When a car will come,
He has no clue
His thumb is held
high,
Yet his head in not,
Staring at the ground,
His mind in a knot
He glances back,
To his bike with a flat,
Nothing he can do,
To fix even that
He sees a car,
And his hopes do arise,
It soon disappears,
A trick of his eyes?
He keeps walking,
All hope shattered,
Like beads off a necklace,
Having been scattered
He thinks to
himself,
But no ideas come to mind,
Nothing in his head,
He’s able to find
The sun goes down,
Day turning to night,
Now everything is dark,
Not an ounce of light
He stops and sits,
Not wanting to fall,
On the ground,
He would sprawl
So now he decides,
To close his eyes,
To go to sleep,
Is what he tries
It does not work,
He is still awake,
His back hurts,
And his neck does ache
So he gets up,
And starts to walk,
To himself,
He does talk
“Why does this,
Have to happen to me?”
And to cool down,
He counts to three
As he does,
He hears a sound,
A horn in the distance,
And he turns around
He sees a car,
It’s head light glaring,
The noise of a horn,
As it is blaring
He raises his hand,
As well as his head,
And to him,
The car sped
Then the car slows,
And comes to a stop,
The front door opens,
And in does he hop