Ice upon The Road

This is what it feels like to miss your chance,
To keep hope wrapped in arms, like a newborn child--
Protect yourself from all your desires,
For the people who you hold closest
Will be the ones to tear you apart.
This is what it feels like to have no honour,
A walking ghost on the streets of days past.
Death via happiness haunts your soul,
Lips curled in a grin, the cause of your turmoil--
The ice upon the road.
      DannYetnan
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