Road to Nowhere

Road to Nowhere

By Apolinario Villalobos

Veiled by a haze that seems to cut its length

The road I was told is straight and smooth

Is nothing but a few arm lengths of stretch

That I can take in a few long strides

But beyond that –


An empty promise by one, presumptuously proud

The road he boasted is hazed by anomalies

Beyond which nothing else can be discerned

If indeed, it is straight, smooth, unhampered

That I can tread even for days of trek

So I still ask will I –


It’s a road to nowhere, dreadfully looking with haze

That no amount of convincing words from Pnoy

Can paint over a picture viewed with frustration

Not even honey-coated new promises of deceit

Will make me take steps that I will just regret

Yes, not even further –