May 18, 2004

  • up ahead, there’s a fork in the road


    i walk the beaten path


    and the fork is just ahead now


    i can count the number of steps on my hand


    it goes into four directions


    through the dreariness of this forest


    i cannot tell which ones


    wind slowly back to the beginning


    fear envelops me


    confusion warps my brain


    which path shall i choose?


    from here where i stand,


    they all look the same


    tears slowly fall


    i timidly step out,


    not knowing which way to go


    i cannot see any lights


    at the end of any of them


    i stand, lost


    i cannot stand here forever


    my mind plays tricks on me


    my eyes do not show me


    what is really there


    i must guess


    i am afraid of failure


    of the wrong choice


    “oh dear god please help me”


    i cry

Comments (3)

  • It is a hideous game. I don’t want to play it. But it makes everything better when I do. Well, for other people. The only good thing about it is instead of focusing on myself, I can focus on others and learn more about life and people in general. That really is the only good thing about it. I like your poem.

    That’s kinda what I feel right now. There are so many alternatives, but I just don’t know the right one. I’ve made too many wrong decisions, but I’m very proud of the right ones I’ve made. There’s a saying about life. It goes, “Life is the journey, not the destination.” I wish your journey to be a safe one.

  • I hate playing the games people make me play, but it must but done in order to survive.

  • You are a perosn who seems to have found their voice.

    A rare and wonderful thing,

    Searchingwithin

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