Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I'm lost in the overgrowth.
Is this the road less travelled?
Is that why there are no people in sight?
Have I taken the uncommon path,
Is that why no birds sing a note?
I cannot see my end goal,
I cannot see any butterflies in flight.
The twigs cut at my ankles,
The branches claw at my throat.
I do not know where I am going anymore,
I have lost my passion and will to fight.
Two roads diverged in a wood,
And my path is confusing as ever.
3.2.16
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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PoetryPoems from the inner corners of my brain, under my nails and the end of my paintbrush.
