crossroads

the road of failure is

painted

in the color of hope

and leads to the jagged cliff

where my dreams

jumped.

 

the road back home is

brightly lit

and leads to a state of

no movement,

no change,

no attempt.

 

i've taken

both roads

before.

This poem is about: 
Me

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