These Roads

These Roads

A Poem by kbob
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The road to freedom is paved with the victim's shadowless blood

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I walk this weary road

Nothing but pebbles in my way

Small ripples in a big ocean

Not enough to be led astray

 

You travel near me

But along a separate path

Forever close, but never intertwined

It never fulfills my heart, only half

 

Half empty, or half full

I leave this to his lies

It’s his truths I don’t trust

They won’t decide my demise

 

Doom me to innocence

Doom me to guilt

I can break this paradise

Or this hell he has built

 

Pick you cards

Pick my fate

It shouldn’t be easy to overlook

The poison that I ate

 

There is little I can do

As I lay in the dirt

You jump to my road

To heal my every hurt

 

I missed you all these days

But you never came

You were not hidden

But it’s not you I blame

 

I blame this road

I blame this trail

From its dirt to its rocks

I blame its every last detail

 

They kept us apart

But we are now together

But these roads won’t connect

We can’t linger forever

 

We must move further down our paths

Pray they intersect

This is our damnation

This is our defect

 

We can never be together

As long as these laws stand

Let us spread our wings away from his hell

Let us forget these memories so we may disband

 

As long as our footprints

Still lie on those roads

Others will follow

Each one of his toads

 

They will see our paths end

They will see where we betrayed

They will see when we set ourselves free

For life wasn’t as it was portrayed

 

Where we went

You are not meant to know

You are meant to follow your trail

As he watches and weaves and sews

 

He’s making your future

One of pitiless regret

For you never strayed from life

You walked the roads he set

 

We have no mercy

For we have no shame

Perhaps the next to follow our footprints

Won’t be as willing to play his game

© 2008 kbob


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Author's Note

kbob
The entire thing is a metaphor. It's a bit obvious what it means. But if you still don't know, I won't spoil your fun. I won't push you off the road you travel :)

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