Twisted forks and crossroads,
cover pathways day by day.
Some say you’ve got to go one way,
another others say.
Which way to go, which way to turn.
It’s such a twisted land,
I want some light to guide me on,
or perhaps a gentle hand.
All my life has been the strife,
of roads and paths entwined,
never can quite see the end,
I walk a bitter line.
Through fire and fear my paths have led,
across plains of my own bitter tears,
heartbreak and sadness in my stead,
such is the effect of my years.
Still on I strive, without a stop,
through briar and bramble of despair,
or when I reach the mountain top,
there’s more to climb up there.
Where is that field of flowers now?
That sweet undying sun?
Where is the sky so blue and how,
do birds sing to this son?
For prodical I have become, and as such I’ve remained.
I’ve lost my way, and homeward bound, how can it come agian?
Blood, sweat and fear, they are the taste,
of bitter sorrows I have sown,
And I become like a melted flake,
of winter’s freezing snow.
Blown like an ash through the wind and rain,
sunk low into the mud,
How do I overcome this pain,
that comes on like a flood.
I have no ark to carry me,
no refuge anymore,
They’ve run away like fleeing deer,
and I linger evermore.
Like a plodding mule, I labor on,
under sun of rightious anger,
does the one above, if he can hear,
want me to bask in splendor?
Or shall I linger here below, and toil on some more?
Should I pick up the book of the holy man, or go out to help the poor?
Should I be a witness, or a prince, all high and mighty now?
Or should I run down to the field, and with the farmers should I plow?
Thould I run away into the hills, like a listless pioneer,
or should I go to nother town, or should I linger here?
Please someone tell me what I need, and please, just do it quickly,
for I am sick of the constant rage, and the wild, endless revilery.
So cast me out now if you will,
those people that I love.
And view me from your window sill,
as I fly on like a dove.
Or dont, and keep me close at heart, and watch my gladness grow,
for joy and peace and hope and love,
in my heart are seeds I sow.
Do what you will but would you please,
help me to find a path,
so I can finally be at ease,
and I can finally laugh.
Poetry
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I loved the imagery in this poem!