The broken road

A story of life's troubles

A thick blanket of midnight lays over the chunks of asphalt
The broken road that led so many to their own form of darkness
The pieces now holding memories of painful pasts
Though through the twists and sharp, narrow ,turns
There lays a tiny line a glittering gold
There lays riches and treasure beyond comprehension
So though passing may seem futile
Many push past the darkness
To reveal a much lighter road
So as you stand at the edge of midnight
Know past it is a world of dawn.