Crossing the Road

I stand at the edge of the road
Thinking,
Where I stand is a bit warm
It’s close to home
Though am quite bored.
On the other side it seems green
However, there is sign of mist
And I become grim.
On the road I sense a car approaching
I think I hear it roar
I hesitate,
I do not want to add to the statistics
Thus on the edge of the road I stand
Wanting to cross
Lacking the courage to go
And the road stretches on
Oblivious to my problem.

Author's Note

In life making decisions and accepting change isn't everyone's cup of tea.

Reviews

[Sugar Plum ♥]

I like this kind of poetic hesitation, road means really much in our life! we have to be careful always when we decide to cross it, or when we just try to run to another side...Very nice poem! ~nia~