Two roads
meet at
intersecting
pathways.
The fork is
where
you
stand...
succumbed in
darkness...
A mangled tree
like a
lightning bolt
casts
the murky shadow
upon you.
Bloody physique
reflects the
sky.
Clouds.
Dark clouds.
They form circles
around your
head.
You, everything.
You are in
a meadow.
Lush
with jaded
grass
spreading in all
directions around
you.
Though rage storms
through the sky
above, and
the tree perches
bitterly, angrily
assaulting you with its
broken branches
casting millions of
tiny
pathways at
your feet,
all submerged
in
darkness.
The two broken pathways
that lay
ahead of you before...
they only
go around the tree...
and head in the same direction - light.
You only
step in
darkness
once. Let it
not allure
you.
So
between these
paths and those
at
your feet,
which
do you
choose?
Author notes
picture inspired - AMERICANPSYCHO
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt-10 entries by TwilightDazzles.
700 points, ended December 12, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Are the broken lines a bit too much? Does it make me...wannabe-ish?
Comments
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Nice,Congrats on the trophy!
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Hey there I think that you did a nice job with this through the storms of life finding the right path at times can be hard thanks for sharing good luck in the contest be well.
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Awesome write for the picture. I think the broken lines add to it. There's a feeling of confusion in this and maybe disconnected thoughts. I feel the broken lines add to this feeling. I also love how it was so dark in the beginning, yet had such an uplifting ending. Thanks for entering and best wishes in the contest
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I think the broken lines are cool My favorite part is when you say "though rage storms" because when I first read it, I though, "Woah, wait, not storms rage?" because it would work backwards like that. I also like that it's heading towards light- the beginning's so dark! But yeah, this was fantastic. Good luck!
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