In the cold black windy darkness,
On a desolate stormy night,
The ghost of myself passed away,
Without putting up a fight.
It faded away to nothing,
Leaving only an empty space,
And the jaded smell of suffering,
Stepped in to take its place.
Many wrong turns have led me here,
To this barren nightmare waste,
To witness my spirit disappear,
As punishment for my haste.
Sadly I gaze upon the path,
I've walked on all these years,
It's littered with my broken dreams,
And paved by all my tears.
I see a fork just up ahead,
should I go left, should I go right?
I hope the one that i choose,
Leads me to the light.
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OMG!! Jeff, reading that poem I could feel the emotions. I've been the same place many times! This is the best I've seen you write yet!!!

(((tessa (((tessa)))...it just pours from me sometimes....and thank sweety

Sometimes I feel like I'm just a shell of who I once was with no emotion!! Like george jones-living & dying with the choices we make. That's why I liked your poem so well!!

I think we all know we pave our own roads..and it is never to late to change course....

I know its a dark poem, but I think it left off with little hint of optimism....

Great poem...My husband passed away recently and I can relate to what you wrote. Thanks for sharing it here.

For your eyes shall follow what must be, that light you seek shall find you and let you see......Nice write man...

Thank u
I think also hind sight is 20/20....

Very nice Bedlum. I've been on that road a time or two myself.