Two Diverging Roads Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

The cracks, covered by dust on the road,
Where my feet are taking now,
Lead me to two different familiar paths,
Paths that have their own beauty and darkness
For I can see flowers and storms
That are present both on the two different roads.

I have stumbled countlessly
Because of my weak knees and
The presence of boulders and holes
That are alternating to the cracks on the road,
And now my soul can feel the urgency
To rest for a while before I proceed
Either of the two paths that are waiting for me.

I have been so selfish
That I have driven away
That person who was walking with me
On this imperfect road
Because of the stinky guilt that clings on me,
And because I desire now to be alone
To experience the beauty of fine tall trees
That sometimes shower me with some whithered leaves,
The sweet singing of Gorion birds,
The soothing slashes of green Cogon grasses,
And all other beauty that my madness has discovered
As I walk alone in this imperfect road.

It is I who drove away that traveler man.
It is I, not him, who left me.
Now, with all the remaining strength
Of my wicked feet and trembling knees,
I need to face, again, the two familiar roads
Ahead of me.

Yet, my stupidness as a traveler
Persists the hallucinations in my head:
'Should I run fastly towards the diverging roads,
Or
Should I walk slowly as if I am waiting
For that traveler I drove away
To come run after me? '
Avaunt hopeful hallucinations!
Let this wicked traveler face
The consequences of what he has done!