This Crossroad

It's either left, or f*****g right.

 

 

It's a matter of choice.
It's more than just a voice.
It's a hardship.
It's a life.
It's a crossroad.

There it is right ahead.
It even looks like they said.
I sit in the middle.
Not on the left.
Not on the right.
Just the middle.
My head lowered.
My chin rested.
"Man, it's a f*****g crossroad..."

In those fragile thin hands.
I heave a sigh.
I look around.
I tap one foot.
against the ground.
I sigh again. I scratch my skull.
Undecided. Unidentifyed. Dull.
"Good Gracious God,
It's a Goddamn crossroad."

Sun levels up.
Sun sinks down.
Moon shines full.
Moon disappears.
One star falls.
Another is born.
A page in a story's written.
Another is torn.
I still stand before a crossroad.

Trees go bare.
They're put to sleep.
Their trunks. Their branches.
Rinsed by the autumn rain.
Frosted by the winter snow.
Even when we can't see it,
They shiver. They sneeze.
Then Awaken by the spring.
Stroked by every breeze.
I still face that crossroad.

My eyes stare beyond all that is.
Beyond the sleeping Earth.
and beyond the awakening one.
My eyes look further. Deeper.
The Angel of Time spins.
She does.
Her shoes dance,
with every bee buzz.
Her frock lifting up,
showing her legs,
whiter than the clouds.
"She's frozen before a crossroad."

The Angel of Time sings.
She does.
She snickers. Still spinning.
She still is.
She knows.

 

She turns each page.
She knows.
with each page.
I grow older. Weaker.
Yet I still am a seeker.
I seek the right path.
"Poor lass,
still frozen before that crossroad."

The Angel of Time laughs.
She does.
Her voice rings and
all the living listen.
Her hand lifts up.
Her lips breathe.

All the living bow. Surrender.
I'm still where I stand.
I plug my ears.
I despise her laugh.
I despise her voice.
Yet I bow. I surrender.
I grow older.
I'm stuck at a crossroad.

I'm stuck.
I'm frozen.
F**k.
There's no way out.
There's no way in.
There's either left.
Or f*****g right.
There's just this crossroad.

Move feet. Decide a road.
How would they move though,
If my mind wouldn't?
I clutch my head
with both hands.
I look up.

 

I hold back a scream.
If God would create a new Juhanna.
It would be this place.
This disturbing split image.
This nowhere.
This crossroad.

And if God would answer
Prayers of a sinner.
a lost wanderer.
one like me.
He would lift
this heavyweight.
off my human back.

 

He would send down His "BuraaQ"
and I would ride it to wherever.
He would let me slip away.
without having to choose.
wihout having to think.

He would send down angels.
To dry my pools of tears.
To let me breathe again.
And to tell me:
"Leave it in peace,
this crossroad."

 

But He won't.
He doesn't love me that much.
I haven't given enough
to deserve His sphere.
of peace of mind.
of transperacy.
of divinity.

 

His Angel of Time
She will dance on and on.
Spinning. Laughing.
Her breathing whispers
they go on.
and all the living
They bow.
They surrender.

And I will have to decide.
Cutting it away
that thick young half
of my human heart.
I will have to walk.
I yet have to live.
Forward. Away.
To put it behind me.
with it a part of me...

This crossroad.

Author's Note

Thats just my mingled mixed up feelings currently translated into english terms and words. Comments and Reviews are appreciated.

Reviews

[Michael X]

congratulations, you manged to hold my attention where i usually would stop
reading, but that is an amazing feat because i read this to the last word.
i'm a poetry reader vs. stories, know doubt you are a phenomonal writer.

[Haifa]

From what it seems, there are many feelings in one poem I was trying to follow the way you feel but I couldn't mix all that feelings in one time. Well, good job.

[PaperHearts]

What an intriguing poem! I really liked the style of writing in this piece, and the way in which the lines just seemed to flow one after another, kind of like a stream of consciousness. There was something really deep and perceptive about this piece that I liked, in the sense that you explored the concept of a crossroad further than most people do. You had a few mistakes in terms of grammar, and I thought that the full stops were a little excessive, but other than that, this was a fantastic read. Nice work,
~PaperHearts

[Coyote Poetry]

A very powerful poem. You took me with you to many places in the words. We will cross many crossroads in a life. We need luck and common sense to help us. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Marie Harrison]

Bravo! You have a masterpiece here. I love this poem and the imagery that it gave me. It's wonderful!

[Molly]

I really like the way the imagery and the rhythm make this poem very dreamlike. It's sort of like being in a trance or seeing a vision, which I think helps make it clear that the crossroad is symbolic for some psychomachian struggle. The only thing that sort of threw me off was that you added "she does" in the lines about the angel of time. To me, it sort of distracted from the flow of the poem because I had to stop and wonder why you put that, which is a good thing if you want the emphasis, but also takes away from the feel of the rest of the poem; just depends on what you want to make most important. I definitely enjoyed reading this :)

[James Watts]

lots of rhythm and flow. Very nice work.

[Mauricio Montoya]

it comes together well, nice work.
Excellent write.

[Miss Coral]

Rhythmic, and overall, a nice piece. However, the tones seemed really different to me at the beginning and at the end. I think that it almost seems like two different pieces... like you stopped in the middle and picked up when you were in a different mood or something. Otherwise, I think it was really good. I really liked the dialog parts, as well as
The Angel of Time spins.
She does.
Her shoes dance,
with every bee buzz.
Her frock lifting up,
showing her legs,
whiter than the clouds.

Nice job. c:

[Hannah]

Very rhythmic and very beatiful.