Two Roads Poem by Absent Wryta

He struck a sorry image
He struck a lonely pose
Where he sat alone
at the edge where two roads met
He sat and he wept
for what he had lost

Through the tears he could not see
But he knew, he would need to find his way
Floating to his ear, an offer of help
Can I be your guide, I am here by your side

As his heart was heavy, and grief was overpouring
He spilled out his tale

Come into my head
And see what they did
Those that shook the tin
Trying to pop the lid
When it would not budge
They shook some more and more
Until inside my head
They created a mess

Down there you will find forgiveness
Up there you will find revenge
Choose your path wisely
That was all the help said