Crossroads

The idle mind is a devil's workshop. The creation behind this poem were some really dark thoughts.

Crossroads

At the behest of the scrambled universe,

He stood lost, trembling in the cold.

Facing the eye of a convoluted curse,

He accepted the burden at those crossroads.

 

The guide rode away, disappeared in a flash,

The light faded away, a darker blur of colours so far.

He waited for a blush of crimson, there came none,

Fear accompanied the scuttle of bones, at those crossroads.

 

A void of darkness, enveloped  body and soul,

Dreams furlongs far, not a milestone to be seen.

Faded signs and misleading vines surrounded the paths,

No divine altercation answered, at those crossroads.

 

No direction seemed right, compass as useless as a pebble,

Where in the world, were these damned roads?

Wading through the marshes, a futile illusion,

The address of the crossroads? Junction of the 23rd and 24th street, Purgatory.

Reviews

[audrie]

I really liked the repetition at the end of each verse and these lines were my favorite. . .great poem!

waited for a blush of crimson, there came none,
Fear accompanied the scuttle of bones, at those crossroads.

[Shubham's View]

Thank you, Audrie. :)