Filled with anger,the pain is coming back, These feelings are like a strain around my neck, Dark clouds above me,should I follow them or not? Smoke in my face,my decisions mean a lot, I see crossroads and I don’t know the way, Standing in the middle,maybe I should stay, If I leave these crossroads,where will I arrive? And how will these crossroads affect my life? Now you’re standing next to me,your troubles are the same, I waited for you for all these years and finally you came, The crossroads brought us together and now we’re standing here, We’re making a decision,the decision that we fear...
To escape the axe of a decision made realize one small thing, past errors and faults shall fade new ones shall come to sing.
Hi nirv, ur poem was good. I really like the style, don't you have a happier one? (Life is sad enough.)
