Blistered from the Heat of Introspection

Prompt: Week One (Prompts an Reviews Group)

There was once a chance

I didn't take.

The road bleeding with ebullience,

I chose to forgo,

Instead, suturing my rebellious heart

Into my chest with strands

Of reluctance.

"Please say something.."

I am lost for words,

My dear.

But not just for words;

You overestimate me when you

Assume my path is predetermined.

Yes--

I am lost.

The path I took with a semblance

Of compliance

Has led me away from the life

I once imagined.

Did I really miss my chance?

"Yes."

My copacetic conceptions for an eventuality

Have been reduced to

Darkness.

The road ramified so many years ago,

I can hardly recall

The moment my feet

Led me underground.

But now,

The subterranean walls

Of my my ubiquitous sorrow

Are enclosing with claustrophobic

Surety.

The option to repent,

To turn back,

Was exhausted many thoughts ago;

I suck the dirt from beneath my nails,

And attempt to reminisce.

Author's Note

This was written for the Prompts and Reviews group, for the Prompt: Week One. (The opening sentence was the prompt).

Reviews

[disconnectedspirit]

that is your choice I suppose...I mean when your opted to turn back and do what you should be doing..if you exhausted doing good over evil then my sympathy really has been flushed..