Your lies twist around forming bends in my road
You deceived my path, corrupting it with your words
Now as I stand facing the mess ahead
I cannot help but wish to turn around and walk back
But then my journey would have been worthless
On either side is the wild and unexplored terrain
I step one foot off onto the weedy brush
Timid steps follow as I head off the path
Parting the predictable road
And leaving my mark on the unknown
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My Collection of Shorter Poetry
PoetryThese are my shorter poems (10 lines or less). My poems are very near and dear to my heart- yes, some are strange, but they write themselves. Any way, here goes...
