On Avenue of Aimless End

In pre-ghost era of my sowing days, and long before my crumbling had begun, my feeble goals sparked insufficient blaze; the avenue I chose was not hard-won. I packed a suitcase but misunderstood the purpose of my journey from the start. And though I tried to do the things I should, I needed more to listen with my heart. Now feeling unfulfilled is what I’ve earned by carving fate from means with aimless end. In contrast, some with fervent dreams have burned. Their minds are set; their time they don’t misspend. I took the first broad crossroad I was shown, so paths I sacrificed remain unknown. For Silent One's Crossroads Poetry Contest