The Broken Path

When I come across a broken path,

I notice memories floating by,

Like a time line.

I discover the time line is my past.

It is difficult now,

Where i lay on this broken path.

All is dark and no light at all.

I walk down that path,

Deeper I go, darker it gets.

I become scared and my body fills up with

Fear.

But how is it that I cannot turn around?

I feel as though it is a black hole,

Sucking me deeper within it.

I am scared.

But I move forward unable to look back.

I don't know what is going to happen.

It just does. I have no control over it.

Regrets.

Mistakes.

Pictures I see, crying and alone.

Me, once a cheerful little girl,

Now torn up inside.

Crying is pointless for me now,

For I have cried my last tear.

I can't stop them or change them.

What's done is done.

No turning back.

No changes.

No nothing.

All I have are those painful memories

That won't leave my head and never come back.

Alone I feel.

Nothing to bring back that once cheerful little girl.

Harsh realization but it is fact.

I must be mad with these crazy thoughts.

But there are far worse ones than what has been said,

I have yet not said anything merely terrible.

Difficult to understand,

Yet so easy to see.

Scared and alone I feel,

On that broken path.

Still, I see nothing.

Just total darkness.

No light to help me see and guide me the way.

I must go on without it,

And see where my life is going to unravel.

The future is unpredictable,

And I'll have to see if I will have my happy ending.