Walking on this brick road to nowhere,
I broke away from the caravan.
All the blissful leaves and shady trees
Were far too beautiful to stand.
I've seen many come to drink from this fountain,
But O! Their bliss, so temporary,
Was stolen away by the ones whom they followed
And what they believed was quite the contrary.
I know that my heart is often decietful,
But I do not consider myself a deciever.
I went astray to learn something of my own ,
Not that of my shelter of baptized believers.
Come of my treason, what e'er may,
I cannot, no-- Must not! Keep living this way.
Author notes
This is what I'm at Governor's School for. I miss everyone very much.
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- Une saison en enfer by Aesthete.
1500 points, ended August 24, 2007, 62 entries
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a very personal and insightful poem into your goals of life. a good write overall. i think the but o should be but oh if you choose to leave it this way.
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