My Lonesome Road

by Seth F., 14

The eerie silence 

   Being like music to the soul 

     This feeling of being watched 

       A heart-felt notion of security 

     As the ground gives way to my feet, before me 

   I spot nothing, nothing but another stretch of road 

The satchel on my back heaves, making my walk only more difficult

Then my eyes spot something more than nothing. 

   Do my eyes deceive me? 

     Does my brain lie to me? 

   Is that really 

A person?

West Chester, Pennsylvania