A Fork in the Road

Saxon Crow

There's a hole in my chest
Where your heart used to be
Tears on my face where a smile once shone free
A wraith in my mind
When you were all i could see
An ache in my soul
Because now it's just me
There's so much regret
Because I should be stronger for you
No strength of will
When I know what I want to do
The choice set before me
Could only bring good 
But I need strength of wisdom
To guide me to truth
You see love is a drug and I'm so very addicted to you
But is it enough to change all that I know? 
Is there a price that love cannot buy
Or am I a coward trying to hide 
I'm uncertainly certain I know what to choose 
But the first step is the biggest to get close to you
I darent ask you to hold me
Because this is my choice alone 
But when I look at you closely I know that I'm home

 

  • Author: Saxon Crow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2021 00:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes choices come at the most inconvenient times. Just my take on how that could possibly look
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments6

  • Goldfinch60

    May that home always be the place for your eternity SC.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good write SC.

  • dusk arising

    You describe well the torment of being torn in two directions when the heart is involved. If the trade off is to lose either your lover or an opportunity then the question arises... which will you miss most.

  • Accidental Poet

    With love, the questions are plentiful, and answers so elusive. Choices aren't always easy, but if you listen to your heart, you'll find a choice you can live with. Great write Sax. 👍

  • Neville


    with few exceptions .. mainly regarding our health circumstances, most of us are where we are today because of the choices we made and the decisions we failed to take

    ............Your offering today is a great but painful reminder of those various compelling and constraining forces against which we constantly compete .... Neville

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good write, S.C.
    Some are hard and some are damnd if you do and damnd if you don't.



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