The Road

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  • Confusion

    The Road

    I have come to the crossroads but where to turn to next
    I know there are paths that lead to no where
    I know there are those that lead to great happiness
    What one do I chose and is it right
    No signs to lead me or tell me where to go
    I have to chose for I can not stay here
    Pondering on this worn out question I look all around
    Some of the paths twist and the darkness seems to surround me
    I look away and find still others light and seem to call me
    Do I take a path I find easy or the path not traveled often
    I look to the sky as these thoughts drowned my mind
    Wishing for a clue knowing there will be none
    I do not know where any road will lead me
    I find myself walking anyway
    I walk toward one that looks neither good or bad
    I did not see it before but I have found it now
    It calls to me like an old friend I have yet to meet
    To where this path takes me only time will tell
    On to my next journey my feet take me with a swiftness

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    Helios commented on The Road

    08-04-2009

    Ahh... truely the feelings of a poet. There is confusion that reflexes what we go through in life, yet there is hope at the end. If you have the time, can you give me your opinion of my poem [ that talks about the period after confusion] "The Mandate in the Dark Hour"? I hope you enjoy it.

    monkyntz commented on The Road

    07-09-2009

    that was very good the cross roads we've all been there and there are no signs it's all up to us your imagery was excellent i reslly like your style

    AbysmalGoddess commented on The Road

    06-19-2009

    Good write. Pondering the worn out question... even though we can chose happiness, sometimes it's not what we really want, actually. You gracefully state the sonfusion of those trying to find a way to go in life.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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