Once Again At Crossroads.
Should I wait for the reality to strike?
Or shall I sleep for dreams to come.
Now when my soul is behind the smoke screen,
Realities does a murk madness.
And Doubts make courage weak and gloomy,
Two feet are cold and defeated bloodline mourns.
Hope encircles around to gather dusk of the time,
Now I am at the crossroads again.
Thursday, March 4, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: life