Cruel fate

The wind tears at my soul.
Driven by a sense of urgency
as i walk down the lonely road.

Voices echo from a far
getting closer to where i am.

Why won't they go away
just for a few more hours.
So i can be alone with my thoughts.

Morning light crests the stoic buildings.

Where is my destination?
I can't seem to remember;
all i know is that i want the voices
to SHUT UP!

Finally i come to a door that seems familiar.
Ahh quiet, sweet oblivion.
But now that i have a place to think
nothing comes to me.

What a cruel fate.