Oh, bright star in my sky,
You who has always been there,
Point me where I should go.
Should I take the familiar route?
The route I so often take?
Full of cowardice and regret,
Whose end I know as sure as its start.
Or should I take the other?
The one I have been on just once,
And never wanted to take again.
The path whose end is so unclear,
But must surely have a dreadful end,
Even if all is returned unto me.
Oh, bright star in my sky,
You who have always been there,
Point me where I should go.
Neither path I wish to choose,
Yet, I still must pick one.
Both, I fear, hold great anguish.
The route I know leads to remorse.
The route I know not leads to two places:
Either the key to my soul's eternal jubilance.
Or to the depths of heartbreak and despair.
So, great beacon of the night,
Which path do I choose?
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Words That Fall On Deaf Ears
PoesíaHello! :) I found a collection of poetry I did on my Google Drive, so I decided I should actually post something on Wattpad. It is mostly comprised of ridiculously sappy love poems, but there are some rather dark pieces mixed in as well. I'll be...
