Iacta alea est
(The dice is cast)
Julius Caesar


Path

Dark
Cold
Your path barely lit
by a watering waxing Moon
but you proceed
frightened, yes.
You stumble
trip
then fall
into brambles
they tear
they hurt
your tears fall
not wasted
for they nourish the things that hurt you
so dry your eyes
there
look
over there
your path
follow it
It was your choice
to take this path.
Dawn breaks,
it is lighter now,
you see your way
much clearer now.
but remember
the path was your choice...



Poetry by Blilith
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Written on 2013-04-13 at 11:07

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Commentally Ill
yes, the path was my choice and it is a regular riot. it's the others on the same path who are bothering me.

i have never met such a horde of crybabies in all my life. a little adventure and a few man-eating plants never hurt anyone (except for henry; poor, poor henry).
2013-04-14


shells
There seems to be a moral to your story and one worth heeding.
2013-04-14


John Ashleigh
This is quite compelling. This poem had voice. Thankyou for sharing it with us. *applaud*

Regards,
John.
2013-04-13