Within the center of life's
drive; heart pounding
which way shall I go?
Across up or down
eyes shutting out darkness,
lights.... I turn
facing my own soul.
Searching I find my portal
steps forward, steps back
into gaudy shadows;
then earth quakes in
elements of defiance.
Storms barren
of heavy gales
set my path in union
with myself.
Still standing
uttering;
what's here?
Only hell...
Author notes
prompt: Imagine standing in the middle of your street. Do you know anyone? Does anyone know you? Is this a place where you want to be? Or, is this street really just a crossroad to someplace else? Close your eyes and turn around. What is at the end of your street - do
you even know?
Comments
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Ah..the destined life and the leftover of the life is bringing many questions in the mind..quite touching piece ..well done...
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