The road map in my shaking hands
Is yellowed around the edges
A catastrophe of ghost lines
Shows its been folded too many times
The legend was washed
To a glimmer of thought
And I’m standing here
At a crossroads, lost
There is only desert
In every direction
The vastness but a reflection
Of my broken mind
Where I can’t seems to find
A single idea of what way to turn
Author notes
Just lost
A contest entry
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450 points, ended August 24, 29 entries
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Comments
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Good writing. I really like the last 6 lines, very epic
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makes me stop and think...what road am I on ? thanks
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the best 'road map' I know is the Bible. Like Rand/McNally it's hard to follow at times, but always get you where you need to be.
Joe
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Crossroads... crossroads, definatly a subject that is interesting, I liked how you incorperated this in your poem and found it interesting.
Thank you for entering.
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