Poem i'm writing for a contest |
There is a road I have taken That I can't say I'm proud of Its solemn façade and wintry paths Are not crossed so often, not by decent people Now as I sit I am frozen Stuck between two worlds so to speak And the more that I think about that road I walked upon The more I pray for His forgiveness Guess and choose is so easily done by many But I envy the few who logically think things through Before they act upon their intuitions Before they saunter off the path that will bring them happiness Before all they know is crushed and burned before them Before they are thrust in front of a raging train Before they are no more than carcasses Tossed into unmarked, stuffy graves I suppose nothing much can be done now Except dwell on a dire mistake A fault An unwise decision A choice that crushed my humanity and my soul An option I wish had never presented itself For now I am stuck with my regrets and my sorrow And etchings of pain on the outside Scars of anguish on the inside My mind a numbing agent, I don't feel a thing My heart, a cavernous abyss Empty and quarantined No future is present without a past And I'm waiting for that light The one that is believed to be at the end of the tunnel Waiting for springtime, for the ground to thaw And my shoes to stick to the mud The sun to beat down upon my face And happiness to embrace me like a lover Gentle and warm For freedom to be my companion And, together, we'll make a new path, a new life, and become not a failure but instead become a miracle. |