Demons and Saints

Decisions, decisions...

 

 

Demons and Saints

 

on your shoulders

you glance both ways

hoping you’ll find the path

you’re supposed to travel

 

whispers lick each ear

you are conflicted by what

each voice say

pulled in different directions

it’s so easy to unravel

 

so you stare at the ground

no other footsteps around

then you gaze into the sky

but no one can hear your cries

 

those dual voices drown you out

from deep inside

 

do you follow the way of other lost

and tortured souls

accepting that tomorrow will bring

your certain doom

do you struggle to get to that place

you want to go

a million miles of obstacles-

you won’t arrive there soon

 

you feel the weight on your shoulders

as your world becomes colder

falling from every hill that you climb

but when you want to break down and cry

 

remember those voices;

they will drown you out everytime 

Reviews

[lilain]

I love the final stanza - it is so poignant. The flow of the poem is smooth, but with the rigidity of the decision, gives it a neat balance.

Well done.

lilain

[DANGER]

You are so happy and you don't even know it. I love you with green

[Brette Medb]

Decisions can be difficult especially when neither choice seems to be the best. I can relate to this poem. I really liked the way it flowed.
Nice work

Brette