I wrote this when I was going through a very dark chapter in my life. I found it again yesterday and I, dunno, I guess I just wanted to share it with the world. Please write below to see how you like it. Thanks


Roads

It’s a fork. There’s a fork in the roads. Both are enveloped in a thick fog, I can’t see where they end, or what they’re like. One’s bumpy, one isn’t.  I don’t know which one to take. I’m tired, dreary, fatigued right now. Choosing paths doesn’t seem too important right now.  I stumble onto one, but the moment my shoes crunch against the gravel, the fog clears. I see pain, mistrust, greed, torture. Horrified, I turn back, but the gate is locked. Little fleas nibble away at my feet, forcing me to walk. I have no option but to walk. Carcasses of other unfortunate travelers litter the ground. I witness terrible, terrible things. After walking for goodness knows how long, I’m confronted by my once confidante. He is angered and thrashes me, bruises me, breaks me down. Then he drags me up and beats me again till I can barely breathe.