as i travel this solitary journey
on a road i know far too well -
the destination should read: HELL.
the trip is long and painful
and the only companions i share
are the voices within me
who keep me spellbound and tied down
and faithful to this retrograde.
along the way i see roadsigns and bilboards
of memories past and what's to come -
the words are dark,
the faces unfamiliar and dirty.
the scrolling marquees play silent scenes
of tragedy and hate
and it looks as if i'm playing the
doomed role
of the martyr.
- Jacqueline Audrey
