Suppose you walk down a long path filled with jagged edges and macabre horrors
Elevated beyond the world is the path you walk on
Lonely you are in your journey to the end of the path
Frugal you are as you traverse the path. Only taking risks you know will deem rewards
-oh, what is this an unforeseen event; a new circumstance presents itself do you take it?
Loathing over the indecisiveness you rush to make a choice
Only time will tell if it was correct. The other options would've been better. Alas you will not know
Verily the choice you made was correct. You are enamoured and celebration draws near
Esteemed you feel over the choice you have made. A reward presents itself. You feel loved
Organically you begin to love walking down the lonely path
Reality kicks in and you realize it was all a game, a fantasy, an illusion, a fairy tale, a dream
Hope is lost. You feel alone. The linear path that was once singular now is plural and dimensional
Additional circumstances indicate new risks to be won. For only with risks are rewards present
Time has made clear all that was hidden. Definitively you know you're a fool. Always amok
Even with aid at your side. The futility you feel within deprives your soul of all that was once warm
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The Path
PoetryAn acrostic poem that is analogous to how life works. In today's world, the theme of Self-love is ever prevalent. However, how true is this idea in the grand scheme? Is it an ideal that we try to abide as we abstain from Self-hate. Who knows?
