I struggled down the narrow path
Crashing through the thorns and weeds
Moaning as I scraped my wrist
Sighing at the crimson beads
Until at last I tripped and fell
Onto rocky, unpacked earth
I wept into the undergrowth
As I cackled with no mirth
'Why do you cry?' A voice croaked out
The sound a whisper on the wind
But looking up all that I saw
Was a crow that somehow grinned
'I am in such pain!' I wailed
Leaning back on aching knees
'Guide me from this place, dear crow,
And I will do all that you please!'
The crow tilted its narrow head
Piercing me with small black eyes
Causing me to wonder if
This talking bird was truly wise
'I cannot help you I'm afraid,'
The crow confessed to me at last
'For there is nothing that can change
The choices you made in your past.'
'But I've done nothing wrong!' I yelled
Tugging at my greasy hair
'I just walked as I was told—
This punishment, it is not fair!'
The dark crow flapped its wings and cawed,
As thunder rumbled far away
Afraid, I froze, and held my breath
Wondering what the crow would say
'You lie, you filthy animal!'
The crow's voice echoed all around
'You took the easy path for years,
And that is why you're on this ground.'
'You always picked what's best for you,
Without a care for all who hurt.
That is why you're all alone,
Left with only pain and dirt.'
'But there were no other paths!
What was I supposed to do?!'
I pleaded with the angered bird
Hoping he would see my view
Yet as I turned from whence I came
I froze at what I'd somehow missed
For millions of paths were there
Ones I thought did not exist
'You never made a single choice
That meant that you would have to fight.
As long as you were still okay
You did not care if it was right.'
'So now until the day you die
You'll forge paths in this cursed land,
Remembering this suffering
Was truly all caused by your hand.'
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)