Crossroads Poem by Holmes Jim

I silently sit, and idly watch,
The passage of time on my dashboard clock,
A prisoner of circumstance, I'm utterly annoyed,
Serving time for a sentence, I couldn't avoid,

I shall not leave here, I solemnly fear,
Simply forgotten, I may just disappear,
Unable to advance, or gain any ground,
I suffer in silence as my head starts to pound,

Eons have pasted since, stuck in this hell,
How long will it last? There's no way to tell,
This untimely hiatus may not be brief,
As despair sets I feel the onset of grief,

Desperate for escape, as I look frantically around,
I long to pull free and head homeward bound,
Suddenly I see that the end is in sight,
I take the initiative and prepare to take flight,

With fresh determination I now forge ahead,
Focused on living, I clear my head,
Solemnly I vow to live life to the fullest,
As I run thru the roster of my bucket list,

Thru open gates, I pass this hell bye,
Now it plays on my mind, and I'm wondering why,
As I glance in the mirror, and I step on the gas,
Why hasn't an over-pass been built to let this train pass.