A straight path,
The right road,
A pathway to victory,
A pathway destiny sewed.
A fork in the road,
Left or right?
Two paths to take,
Only one is a pleasant sight.
But where I stand now,
Nothing is straight,
No dotted lines to follow,
Or a sign I may take.
Because where I stand now,
Light and dark collide,
The road is jagged,
And I'm dying inside.
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A Penny for Your Thoughts
PoetryThese are the poems I wrote when I struggled with the demons in my head.
