Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Two Roads Diverged

And because I'm the English teacher, there is always the poetry...

Two Roads Diverged

Snakes in my head
Slithering like the hush of hidden things
Secret things
Silenced things
Things that go bump in the night.

I can't shake the feeling that I'm spinning in circles
Slowly crumbling beneath the burden
Of things I can't let go.
Things that can't be said. 
Things that are left undone.

I see your face.
Crushed under the weight of my unmet expectations.
Eye sockets blank and swollen with sorrow. 
And I wonder.

What would the other path in the yellow wood have looked like?

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