I feel Deviant Art is a community for art in general and not just pictures, so I'm putting one of my poems that I've written in here as a journal. This is the 3rd poem of this series. Look at the others in my other journals. Enjoy, critique, comment, etc.
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“Aimless Crossroads”
By: W.B.(me)
(If you ever use the poem give credit at least)
Aimless Crossroads
Beginning on a straight path with a white sky, you go and find your way, not allowed to go off that road with the promise of another day.
You walk, take a stroll down the road with things in mind, being told that at the end a task you will have to uphold.
With that in mind, you walk pass those of the fallen and see their plight. Aiming to keep whatever path they took out of sight. Though, anxiousness and nervousness overtakes you, almost drives you to what you think is insane, while others appear to have no problem. So, what’s their secret? What’s their game.
A judge you shouldn’t be, as you can’t tell what goes on, on the inside. Their bold exterior may be just a way to hide.
You decide to focus on yourself and that everything else is distraction. Focus on yourself, for your future extraction. You continue your stroll on that road with your own bold exterior, becoming one of those who you once passed before. Subconsciously scared inside, yet unknown to you. Sadly it’s true. You’ve become just another.
You reach the end of the road, with you companions found over the years. Clouds you for some reason hadn’t noticed before seem to just clear.
You see the true color of the sky for the first time. A color you almost can’t comprehend. So ashamed you are for not noticing before, you almost make amends.
You peer over a fissure, abyss and trenches to find infinite pitfalls and forks in the road, roads above your road and roads below you and on the side, in all directions, only within jumping distance.
Why hadn’t you noticed these roads before? Is there something about the end of your road that the sky has now cleared? You know in your heart something is strange. Had the people on those other roads been on another from the very start?
Which way to go? Which to turn. Things like these bring you major concern. Too bad it’s time to make your decision. Though, how can you walk over the fissure, without reaching life-maximum.
Your companions, your friends who were with you on that one path road, split in all directions, their fates still untold.
Some jump on those other roads to the side, while some miss the jump, disappear or die. They take all the forks in the roads. What are their fates? An answer only future holds.
They go on jump on different roads, which are not one-way, so different than what they know, they get lost and confused.
They hitch-hike on the side of a road with other lost hand in hand, sitting right on top of fallen ones decaying in the sand so boldly. Mirroring the fallen ones, they soon become one with the road in a act that goes so nobly.
Only you and a few remain at the crossroads. You see time is running out as road dissapears behind you. Nobody has even crossed the fissure from your path, only jumped on other roads, forever stranded. Stuck forever. Continuing that path to return never.
You see a true bold person take a step. Without hesitation their body leaves the cliff? Did they fall down there? No! They are walking on thin air! How is that so? Is that possible? What notoriety. You think, how could you achieve such glory? The true bold person takes their steps walking over the fissure, in the direct road across the fissure that continues their path. Strangely though they aren’t looking down. Not behind and neither around.
The rest soon follow, though not in single-line. Side by side and stride for stride, some behind, some in front. Not in a hurry, not in a rush. Walking in thin air in a road to tomorrow.
You watch in suspense, trying to emulate the technique, taking a step, marveling in mystique, you begin a bold run to catch up with the others, only to realize your decent under. You watch the last person take their steps across to look at you from behind with a look. A look that can only be called kind. It’s too late, you are already blind.
Since you were enamored by the way they walked on the air, you took a few steps, then ran you dared.
As you peer down into it all, you are eerily content with the fact theres nothing to break your fall.