Around each bend their stands
a plastic folder, information about
life's true purpose living on earth
around each bend, another reason to
keep travel on.

Around each bend, a tear is shed
for mistaken lies, lost emotion, no
more tears before our final walk
our final dream, our final sleep.

Around each bend, regrets grow,
not from mistakes, not from love,
not from a misty night unseen,
regrets that peace was never found
on God's holy earth.

Around each bend, a flower grows
hiding away it's beauty to those
who cannot find it, in themselves,
to pray in a whisper untouched by
time.

Around a bend, a thought, only simple
thought, of how it was, and could of
been, if their was another bend instead
of just a road paved in confusion to
have one more chance to repent.

Across the road, a path, leads to
a good side an bad side, when life
has made the final choice, shadows
disappear, no bends, no questions,
no answers, just the final place to enter
good or bad side, You picked the side
you wanted, when you lived your life the
way you did.


By Derena
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