Follow Me (Don't)

No matter the influences in our lives the path we take is still our choice.

 

 

Approaching beneath the silvery moon

is a face even God would not recognize.

The chilling fog is his hand

gripping my shoulder.

Paralyzed are my senses,

not from fear

but rather a familiarity.

Through his brown eyes

I see the hole Alice fell down.

when he grins it is like shards of metal

piercing my flesh.

My feet become helpless servants

following him east down a path

that puts up a stellar resistance

like gravity is heading west.

My heavy steps leave no traces

in the quicksand.

His breath looks like

fireflies dancing in the night

while mine sounds like

a wolf stalking the lunar community.

The farther we go

the more the seed of hate grows

around my heart,

till suddenly I find myself alone.

Surrounded in darkness

except a sliver of light

through the trees

gives me just enough clarity to see

I was lead down this path…

by ME!!

Knowing that going back to the beginning

would never be the same

I choose to not move a muscle

until the sunrise comes

to show me forgiveness

                   and my road to salvation

Reviews

[The Random Writings Of ..]

WOW! This is a very intense piece, and yes you are right when you say that no matter the influences in our lives the path we take is our choice.
This piece has such a eerie feel to it, and I can relate to this in my past in so many ways. I love the lines -
"The father we go
the more the seed of hate grows
around my heart,
till suddenly I find myself alone.
Surrounded in darkness
except a sliver of light"
When you realize you are alone, and the hate is wrapped around your heart, you can choose to go one way or another, some people continue down one path, while others go another. When you go on to say - You were lead down this path by me! I think putting me in all caps is important, because it gives the reader exactly the clarity you were speaking of just two lines above. Again it takes great courage to be able to do this. And to be able to come to your road of salvation. This is an excellent write. The vivid descriptions and comparisons are excellent and really take the reader on a journey of the realization that YES you do choose your path, you make your own choices.

[Peanuts for Prose]

Nice work. The seed of hate brews and he figures out the villain he hates so much, is seemingly powerless against, is himself.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you so much.

[Kymberley Dawn]

great poem really enjoyed it

[KAOlmsted]

With such a relateable topic (i.e. we are the masters of our own destiny) it is extremely hard to come by such a unique voice in which the tale is told...you are that voice. (You sort of give away your ending a bit in your quote before the poem, though *laugh*) I am well and truly impressed with everything you write, and I must thank you so very much for sharing your gift with us.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Wow, thank you... I am honored and humbles by your compliment.

[KAOlmsted]

an absolute pleasure...you are one of the reasons this site is so enjoyable. Keep up the great work.

[Hayley]

Favorite line: "Through his brown eyes
I see the hole Alice fell down."
This is poem that just holds that clarity I love. I completely agree with you!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you, I enjoy when you like my work.

[Wicahpi]

this is nicely written and some how so true, as we (humans) seem to lead our own selves down so many dark paths throughout our life.
"by ME!!" loved it - been there, done that.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you very much.

[Bumble]

Lovely piece, dark and marvelous! :D

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you very much :)

[Bumble]

You welcome :D

[Kenneth The Poet]

Dark piece. That werewolf needs to be killed...the one within that is.

[Katchzen]

Reconciled, perhaps, but never killed. The beast within is the only thing we have to compare ourselves to. How close are we to being that beast? To letting it have control? If it dies, how do we know we are not becoming its replacement?

[Muse]

Only we can pave the way to our own path of forgiveness. The moral to this poem is one that even I can relate to. Myself...including some others...need to stop playing the victim...get a grip on reality...and make some positive changes. :)

one quick corretion my friend:

The father we go
the more the seed of hate grows

I'm sure you meant farther...not father? xx

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Damn can't believe I missed that, thank you for the review and correction.