Dark, desolate highways br Leading to br nowhere. br Echoes of br the past- br Reverberate off br the walls. br The soul shakes br and trembles. br As winds howl br and the storm br shakes the foundation. br Cloudless night br violent whisperings- br Arise, my soul, br Arise and be counted. br * A Reminder About Copyright * br If you want to use a poem from this site please make your request to: janiceraymer@ymail.com br I will almost certainly say yes but this does me the courtesy of a request, and keeps the potential user from infringement of my copyright which is absolutely retained. br br Thank you.