A Lonesome Road

I walk the road to nowhere in the early light of dawn,
And hear the cruel mocking bird sing it's cruel mocking song.
Shallow graves are made with concrete angels looking down,
Their black wings shining poorly, making no sound.
Broken dreams and broken thoughts,
All this pain, I have brought;
To myself, catasrophe,
Just your adverge tragedy.

This is my first poem on here Hoo-blah! Kind of an old one but still, hoo-blah!