Path

By: Richdxii (View Profile)

Why do all these things plague me? A rash that won’t go away and has taken me over. I didn’t think I would have this in my head, but it’s my bed that I must now lay. I gave you up for grabs and now you are unobtainable, unavailable, and desire another fellow. Melancholies, wanting to yell to the heavens above and curse those that I feel string me along. Dance for their pleasure as they laugh at me for not guarding my treasure. I followed a false light in this dark tunnel, not knowing that it’s a train heading my way.   

A fool is what I made myself to be. Lurking in the darkness, my soul not hesitating to waiting at the gate alone and on this street corner I sit. Knowing this is not a one-way street, for you can love and not be loved back. You’re not mine and I am not yours, so I walk away with the belief this pain will fade. On this path I will not stray. Stare in the mirror reassure my worth despite my girth. More to me than your eyes could digest, a banquet of love I posses, free for a select few to feast upon.   

In this game, I may look the role of a pond. As my will is strong and in this journey across the lines of black and white I aspire to rises to great heights. Take the night by force and scale the castle wall, proclaim, my self king of all I see. Though you see not the potential that lies in my wake because of the list of already made mistakes, I’ll take on the shores of this fiery lake, I’ll stand ready to swim in the flame. Taking me to a place where I may wear my scares with out despair to wear the pain like a stain with out a care.   

For a pair we were once, now I walk this road alone, trying to find a new home. For me to lay, pray and not stray. The sky in blackness cast with the stars to light my path. Each step one step closer in on a goal too far for me to see; hope is my companion so I’ll walk this path alone.

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posted: 09.24.2008
Janice Toepfer
No, we all walk together. We are all treasures. Kungsang says there are no such things as mistakes. They are just life events that steer you. You are this amazing fireman. You push yourself physically and emotionally every day. You challenge the thoughts and ideas of all those guys that surround you. You are educating them and making them think about themselves in the world. A superhero who loves words and women. Cool.
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