Desolate road is one winding with no end in sight.
Filled with obstacles, enclosed in ebony of night.
So full of perils, no safe place to light.
Any caught on this road will share the same plight.

Crevices offer no foothold for the weary traveler caught.
On this desolate road only infirmities will be bought.
No goodness will be discovered or sought.
Evil sculptured confines, the soul escapes not.

There is only one passage off this desolate road many share.
The ticket is the most precious thoroughfare.
Without a trip on Glory’s train, many will be stranded there.
Only one conductor offers the one-way fare.

Dorothy E. Scott poetry99@txol.net
Copyrighted 2001
Changing Winds Of Brendaw

Dorothy Scott – My name is Poet Dorothy E. Scott I have been writing since five years old. I have a deep love for the Lord. He’s been my copilot for a long while. I am a compassionate poet. I write poetry for all who need it. I currently have 52 books in seven years. I am a sick poet but know God is there and faith. Some of my work is used at an online magazine “Chrysalis.” I have my own poetry corner in a magazine Almshouse Newsmagazine. I will soon be featured on www.edevo.com  as a poet too.  Poetry is a gift from God and for God. God Bless You!  Poet Dorothy