Reads: 25  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A path full with stones,

full of cobbled stones and dust


Even though you don't know where you're going 

or where you'll even end at the end

there's always problems coming no matter what.


A path full of hatred, revenge, and jealousy

full of dark grey skies and animals moaning


Even though you feel afraid, lonely, and hopeless

there's always problems coming no matter what.


People don't chatter on things like problems,

in fact they don't even like to discuss them aloud


And even mighty God doesn't let us know beforehand, before problems do come our way


So I guess,

the only one last solution

to our own problems

is to make our paths brighter and clearer,

just like wiping off the dust from your everyday windows,

just like sweeping the floor on your back porch,

just like doing the laundry when you're back from a place far from home



the key to our problems

can just be carved by us and only us

Nothing will be substituted and nothing will last forever


We  have the golden key

to a dark sky of problems

right in our palms.

Submitted: January 31, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Juicyberry. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Facebook Comments

Other Content by Juicyberry

Book / Mystery and Crime

Book / Science Fiction

Poem / Poetry