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The Crossroads

The Crossroads
When your lost on a path down the darkest of highways
When you don’t have a light to lead down the byways
When the roads all converge on the charcoal tunnels
And the skyways take you to the dark smoking funnels.

When you look in the mirror and the bogey man stares back
When you formulate peace into your plan of attack
But looking around shows you only the corners
And everything seems to be uphill and stormier black.

Give yourself over to those crossroads and bury your bits.
Meet that howling devils dogs and the demon himself.
Leave all those fears behind let him lead you on.
Its all about the intensity of belief as your trapped in grief.

The roads are all cinders and broken stone to stumble on.
It hurts through your feet as you stagger on to greet
all the terrors and fear as the darkness grows near.
Is it real? Is it all absurd? Is it all about unchanged fear?

I’m on an open road surrounded by fields of stone.
But I’m only able to see corners nothing is right
I can’t escape those memories that brought only fright.
So with blood in my eyes I’ll stagger on wandering why.


◄ Haiku


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