Two Tales Of A Road Poem by John Felix

I find myself walking along a road,
A road that winds up to form a fold,
Beside it forms two streets, each on either side,
And each street seems to be staring at me,
Sending shivers across my spine,
I look down, and in retrospect view my life,
Of both light and in darkness.


As I stare to my right,
I see all that is wrong,
Every tear that I shed, every day that was long,
The side carries all the hearts that I broke,
All the miles I strode,
Its atmosphere is dark, and my aura is stiff,
I can recall all my sins and grief,
My mistakes in a brief.
Life is dark here, and I can feel lost is my spirit,
That side is a prison for evil, There I felt mere mortal, old instead of new,
I had to turn my eyes, away from the view.


I stare on to my left, and all that's dark has left,
I see all smiles I've shown, Every time my heart was warm,
In it lives the times I wouldn't frown,
The air is filled up with light, Meors of sound from past rush through my mind,
And I feel life had never been this kind,
Here I feel the Almighty's presence,
And one with all that has sense,
And my walking is now of essence