I have walked down this path before, many years ago.
Strange does seem the future within its deep glow...
Now a grave error marked on my record does lie,
I've surrendered such futile questions as, "Why?"
Feeling nothing, admitting my baseness 'twas real,
any vengeance, excitement, simply has no appeal.
To turn on a false love's neither brave nor admirable,
but to gather it reeks of supreme undesirable.
The path up ahead, though it wanders, it's true -
I'm implying my destiny lies far from you...
Far from wandering marauders, of a sort sight unseen,
far from crushers of spirit, with a countenance mean.
A conclusion? There is none, though it once was foretold -
age cannot be proven; whether young, whether old.
Author notes
What happens when you mix certainty and a cloud over the future with filmmaking.
A contest entry
- Prewrite " SPECIAL" by wingsofgold25.
450 points, ended May 17, 2007, 123 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A very well written piece.
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