A Road With No Footprints

Beneath a sky that lost its blue,The world turned strange, the skies withdrew.Some promises dissolved like rain,Leaving echoes without a name.

A bridge once built on trust and stone,Now stands in ruins, cold, alone.The hands that held it let it fall,And silence answered every call.

The road ahead grows steep and long,The days feel weak, the nights feel strong.Each door stays closed, each step feels slow,While distant lights continue to glow.

Yet somewhere underneath the dust,A dying ember guards its trust.For even roads that lead nowhereMay find a dawn beyond despair.