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Upon a path of trepidation Walked I along with hesitation I trudged forth in contemplation, Remarking on my indignation. I felt as though the road would end, Each step came forth again and again. To pass the time, I counted sins, Not religious exactly, just decision’s wind, I thought of my own life, and how much change Had plagued my mind and my own cage, The prison in my head that I live through, Even though there’s worse that I could do, I closed that link before I could Think of things I knew I should, I “forgot” them throughout the years, To push away all of my own fears, With that then settled The road I reveled. I noticed the dust on this forgotten trail, Each step disheveled the dirt so stale, I noticed I hadn’t been the only one To walk this trail and be undone, But I was however the first in a while, The steps i left behind me were straight and filed. - Withered whispering romance had wilted away A faceless me, within I decayed, The road was vast and all omniscient, The weather indeed was quite consistent, Muggy, dreary, a hint of mist, Melancholy so, that I wished to be ****** I would have loved to be drunk again As I had been so before like many men, To take upon this journey but straight, Would have felt like bringing train and freight, It is important to realize That I was alone and not in guise, For to find myself, I was myself, There was only I to seek for help. - about three days had passed along, Wondering if I was even strong Enough to find the cross in road To decide which way that I should go, When in sudden surprise there came, The cross in road appeared to exclaim, I could go straight, left or right, As one would think it might, But each direction had their own feel, So much so, I thought it may not be real, I gazed at each about an hour, And witnessed their foretelling in my head as they showered. - The road ahead was static and unchanging I found myself to be salivating, Nervous, the feeling crept on through me, The sensation of the same emotions, unruling. I thought of the looming possibility, That to change anything was not in my ability, That I would be forced by past to walk this path, Straight on and forward in a droning, mindless trance. This startled me and I quickly thought That I had best my chance be wrought, Left or right, like straight, I felt both, Like a voice somewhere inside bequothe, “Lest ye not choose wrong dear boy, Or you, I fear, will die empty in ploy.” Chanting choruses of Gregorian nature Repeated that stanza in mocking stature, The repetition to the point of depravity, I digressed, I became my insanity.

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May 9, 2013

May 9, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC

andrew-p-marheine

The Crossroad.

Upon a path of trepidation Walked I along with hesitation I trudged forth in contemplation, Remarking on my indignation. I felt as though the road would end, Each step came forth again and again. To pass the time, I counted sins, Not religious exactly, just decision’s wind, I thought of my own life, and how much change Had plagued my mind and my own cage, The prison in my head that I live through, Even though there’s worse that I could do, I closed that link before I could Think of things I knew I should, I “forgot” them throughout the years, To push away all of my own fears, With that then settled The road I reveled. I noticed the dust on this forgotten trail, Each step disheveled the dirt so stale, I noticed I hadn’t been the only one To walk this trail and be undone, But I was however the first in a while, The steps i left behind me were straight and filed. - Withered whispering romance had wilted away A faceless me, within I decayed, The road was vast and all omniscient, The weather indeed was quite consistent, Muggy, dreary, a hint of mist, Melancholy so, that I wished to be ****** I would have loved to be drunk again As I had been so before like many men, To take upon this journey but straight, Would have felt like bringing train and freight, It is important to realize That I was alone and not in guise, For to find myself, I was myself, There was only I to seek for help. - about three days had passed along, Wondering if I was even strong Enough to find the cross in road To decide which way that I should go, When in sudden surprise there came, The cross in road appeared to exclaim, I could go straight, left or right, As one would think it might, But each direction had their own feel, So much so, I thought it may not be real, I gazed at each about an hour, And witnessed their foretelling in my head as they showered. - The road ahead was static and unchanging I found myself to be salivating, Nervous, the feeling crept on through me, The sensation of the same emotions, unruling. I thought of the looming possibility, That to change anything was not in my ability, That I would be forced by past to walk this path, Straight on and forward in a droning, mindless trance. This startled me and I quickly thought That I had best my chance be wrought, Left or right, like straight, I felt both, Like a voice somewhere inside bequothe, “Lest ye not choose wrong dear boy, Or you, I fear, will die empty in ploy.” Chanting choruses of Gregorian nature Repeated that stanza in mocking stature, The repetition to the point of depravity, I digressed, I became my insanity.