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The Road I take

Poetry By: Pharaoh888

The world is built on roads; everyone chooses the roads they take, but only one, finds it difficult.

Submitted:Dec 9, 2011    Reads: 77    Comments: 21    Likes: 13   

I walk blindly as my feet bleed

I tell myself to never forsake

A world of mystery I cannot read

I struggle to find the Road I take

A walking femme, covered with red

Fading and changing its every mode

Confident and happy, no more said

I ask her curiously what is her road

I walk The Road of Compassion

I know no sadness and no hate

Happiness is my name and fashion

For that I am grateful to fate

A bespectacled figure, reading a book

His pathway comprehending a code

It changes over the more I look

I ask curiously what is his road

I walk The Road of Knowledge

My lessons are forever taught

Every time I pass the hedge

I forget the meaning of naught

A mumbling elder circumventing

His thoughts like mountains roam

The image appeared interesting

So I asked what is his road

I walk The Road of Entertainment

I make people laugh cry or scream

Boos and Rejects are my curtailment

It has always been my dream

Running suit with helmet green

The steps rumble and explode

Flashes too difficult to be seen

I ask if this is a road

I walk The Road of Honor

I fight for what I believe and love

It always traps me in a corner

But my totem is a white dove

Too many presents pulled in a way

Fully pressed with a pressured load

What more to give than a visit to pay

I ask nicely the name of his road

I walk The Road of Truth

My decisions avoid vain

The greatest harmony is proof

My order is my main

Hopping down like a rabbit

Could've sworn it was a toad

The sight reeks of bad habit

I wonder about this road

I walk The Road of Pleasure

Full of fun and ecstasy

I bare a burning treasure

Come and join my fantasy

Passing screeches and awe

With an agonizing role

Unlike anything I ever saw

I question about his road

I walk The Road of Sin

So much pain to bear

I bring shame to my kin

My aftermath is no care

So many roads around me

They make me implode

Until I know my kind to be

I still don't know my road


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