Kimberly Salamone

The light illuminates the path

I try to figure out where it leads

The Road to Nowhere

Distracted by life that surrounds me

The leaves green like a Granny Smith

The trunks straight as if made with a ruler

I push on, keeping my eyes open

Trying to ignore the deep feeling of dread

Walking faster, breathing faster

Feeling like I shouldn’t be here

I’m nervous like Shawn was

On his visit back to Camp Tikihama

I keep walking, almost running

Speeding up then slowing down

Stopping to listen to that unfamiliar noise

Not knowing what’s around the corner

Glancing over my shoulder

And strangely exhilarated by the fact

That I don’t know where I’m going

Down the Road to Nowhere