‘The Alleyways Filled With Roses’ or ‘Starting at the End of the Road’

There’s a road that I will walk in the spring
That carries burdens too heavy to hold,
And screams its silence in songs it sings,
For here falls the warmest snow of the cold.
To road gives love to all of those hated,
And shelters all from the chill of the spring;
The road can forgive the crimes we’ve become,
Each handed his chance to fly with fresh wings.
If this road can truly whiten black eyes,
Leaving us nought but the darkness’ demise,
A yearning to walk this old road is just.
Though leave it unmarked on all maps we must,
And to desire to hold what the road brings,
Never should we show our eyes to the spring.

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About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: www.facebook.com/dickensianjack Cheers, enjoy.
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