the path

Graveled roads weary and worn

covered in bushes thick with thorn

never quite dark nor light at the same

my legs grown so tired i'm withered with shame

rocks so small with dreams so big

leaves scurry past with a snap of a twig

trees overgrown and misunderstood

eery sounds from deep under the wood

chilling looks of a white face above

a man smiling down shimmering his love

warming fires chilled by the bitter wind

children far in distance mothers dancing in sin

families crushed by sounds of a loved ones so dear

 the ones that missed the light oh so very near

careful steps when traveing this path

one wrong move and this breath is your last

Reviews

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

A very interesting piece full of imagery. The second stanza in particular is lovely.

[Blue]

Wow amazing. I really love this. It's a strange imagery to me, not saying the image is bad, some others may differ, but I like it. It's bloody brilliant! I must add... And interesting piece. Keep it up!

[~Lizzy♬]

Love this poem! Keep up the good work! :)

[Jeff Bresee]

I like the feeling of mystery. Well done.

Last line of 4th stanza: one instead of ones