Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Two roads, Both of suffering, A travel of torment, An alcoholic buffering, A mental health descent. Two roads, Both amnesiac, Disasters once foretold, A twisted aphrodisiac, A trauma to remold. Two roads, And no yellow wood, The lines are blurred and gray, And no choice is ever good, With the forces at play. Two roads, And a traveler, With sanity at stake, The wrong choice could unravel her, A choice she's yet to make.
0
Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 4:31 AM UTC
No Yellow Wood
Two roads, Both of suffering, A travel of torment, An alcoholic buffering, A mental health descent. Two roads, Both amnesiac, Disasters once foretold, A twisted aphrodisiac, A trauma to remold. Two roads, And no yellow wood, The lines are blurred and gray, And no choice is ever good, With the forces at play. Two roads, And a traveler, With sanity at stake, The wrong choice could unravel her, A choice she's yet to make.
*referencing "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
Noadler
Written by
Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 4:31 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem