The Crossroads - Poem by Jasper Red
I stand at a crossroad, looking both ways.
One road is used, familiar, most go that way.
The other, overgrown, strange. Alien.
I look at the signs, hoping to find something, anything!
People pass me, walk by, going on the beaten path, yet I still remain at the crossroad.
I want to follow, to be the same, but something holds me back.
I want to go back, but I can't. I've seen things.
I've heard things, on the TV.
Destruction, death, tears.
I can't go back, never!
So I look ahead, at the crossroads.
They seem to loom over me, even though I stand on them.
Someone taps my shoulder, "Are you gonna stand around all day? " he asks, glaring. He taps his watch, "You're running out of time."
I look again, at the crossroads. And I step onto the unused road.
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