Which Way.

You called to me,
Away my face did turn,
Away from the embrace of your love,
Pulled by the grasp of darkness.

The wide road. So easy to follow.
Twisting and turning as I please it.
Yet against my will, down and down it flows.
Falling into the darkness that swallows it.

The narrow road. From which it's so easy to stray,
Through the tangle of wide roads it weaves,
Rising higher and higher, with sheer drops to guide my way.
Yet, as I stare guarding angels shine on and will do till the sun does not.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Darwin Avatar
January 22, 2009 at 12:33 PM
Of course I don't mind Jese!! Please feel free! One condition: honest opinions whether harsh or nice!! lol :P myt regret that.... hehe
Loveless Avatar
January 22, 2009 at 7:25 AM
..i decided that because i like them so much...and you seem to understand..or think about some of the things that i do...i decided to read all you poems...hope you dont mind lol :)
Ehigiator Avatar
January 21, 2009 at 2:38 PM
I know how easy it is to be led astray or tempted in the wrong direction. Trust in the lord with all your heart,lean not unto your own understanding, but in all your ways, acknowledge him and he will direct your path, He will make all the dark roads shine so beautifully. Stay strong, I pray you find your way..Nice write*Tyesha
Darwin Avatar
January 21, 2009 at 2:29 PM
I turned at the start because sometimes it's hard at first to let someone else be in control! And yes I do know the story! Strictly speaking because I'm female it should be Leandra but no one told my mother that lol But why change what is already good?! hehe Love Leander :)
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