To the Road My Tread

To the road my tread
to the wind my face
and never to return
to this city I leave.

And yet, on this path
I feel desire twist
but never will I turn
and never will I miss

this bleak city
whose reality is
darkness, now
drifts from view.

Where bright lights
once shone enticingly,
the sodden streets
leak sadness, rivers

burst their banks,
flooding the land,
sinking the city
arrived at happily

in a life
now past,
now flooded
with memories.