The CrossRoad

I stand petrified,

Rooted in,

Waiting at the crossroads

I bargained with

The chilly wind,

Yet it seems to forget how to blow.

Which way do I go?

How should I know?

I’m told to listen to my heart,

But it hasn’t beat for quite some time.

Turned off just like those lights,

That used to sparkle in your eyes.

So many wrong turns,

How many bridges burned?

I try to trust my gut,

But will it ever  ease?

A Tidal pool of regret,

With a promise to never cease

So many waves of agony,

As if my own self is mad at me.

I plead onto the girl,

I beg her take my hand,

She wishes to see the world,

I’m merely just a man.

So I stand just by the cross road,

Fortified in my stance,

She watches me from across the way,

A final untitled dance.