2 roads one is less traveled
one of dirt and grass the other of gravel
i dont take either because i found a river
its cold water but a hot day i forget to shiver
as i swim
people pass my path and follow the path before them.
hope there is a great place to go after i reach my destaination.
i hope i meet my people again but i hope they're happy on their paths stay strong no matter the tempation.
im trapped in weeds and its roots struggling for my emancipation.
maybe i would let myself drown but this path has given me a undying determination.
at some points along this trip all paths meet
paths with hills and bumbs others with pot holes or with paved streets.
everypath you find your morals finding good and the evil.
lonelyness hurts the most but in a world of the wolf and sheep
i am the eagle.
though they are rare to find i know there are others.
like my brothers and sisters we change a way of thinking a big heart to the heartless lovers.
i dont know where my path is headed
but i know there is one stop
and i look foward to it but i also dread it.
paths.
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Author:
Dakota (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Your poem expands on the fact we have to choose the paths we take in life. Everything is a choice and we fear that we may make the wrong one.
Edit "undieing" in line 13. Should be "undying." You may also want to include an apostrophe in "im."
(I'm meaning I am).
The reader receives your intent.
Nicely written. Keep posting. 🙂
thank you for your perspective and helpfull tips 😁😁
No problem. Keep up with your writing. 🙂
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