Blog #6: Creative Post- The Road

Blog #6: Creative Post- The Road

The Never-Ending Trail

October 12, 2011

There has been a disaster, you see

Leaving everyone no choice but to flee

Not an ounce of humanity remains

The energy they have left, drains

There is a very windy path

That consists of everything but a laugh

Just a father and a son

The trail, they’ve only just begun

Why is there so much grief?

The child wants just one good belief

Is that too much to ask?

Can his father complete just one good task?

The child can’t bear to pass the others by

It’s obvious they need help, as they sit there to die

He has seen so much violence all around

He yearns to hear just one pleasant sound

His father seems to be so heartless, why doesn’t he care?

No matter what, his son will always cherish the bond they share

His dad feels his duty is to protect his son

He will stop at nothing until this is done

Papa can’t trust a soul out here on the road

He can’t believe a single thing he’s told

He will take care of his pride and joy at all cost

His son is the last thing he would want lost

As his health begins to fade

The difficulty starts to escalade

“Who will take care of my son?” he cries

His cough seems to be serious, does this mean he dies?

Just those two, that silly old shopping cart

And the knapsacks that hold the things closest to their heart

They have no other possession

Staying alive has become their only obsession

When will the madness end?

When will they find a trustworthy friend?

Their world is dark and grey,

Is this the way it will always stay?

What will happen to the little boy?

Will the road he’s on lead him to joy?

Will he awake and find this is a dream?

Will he and his Papa always be a team?

They will come across many more strangers

Their journey will confront them with many dangers

What will this road lead them to?

What is the next thing they will be forced to do…