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.
