by Harvs » December 17th, 2010, 12:41 am
I wrote another poem last night. Rhyme scheme is really weird... but I don't care. It's not as good as my last one... but here it is:
Path of Thorn
A path alone, this road I tread,
With joyous thoughts inside my head.
Along this narrow bridge I walk,
Never stopping to stare.
I hum a tune in utter bliss,
Yet something seemed to be amiss.
As now I see two doors unlock,
A fate that's far from fair.
Along one path I see a light,
Its radiance, to my delight.
Magnificence, this road did hold,
A sight too good for truth.
The road was paved with good intentions,
A Heavenly view, a god's intervention.
The pathway glimmered and sparkled like gold,
The hand of Midas' roots.
The road beside, what a pitiful sight,
This path made its neighbor look even more bright.
As the wind sent shivers down my spine,
I wanted to turn away.
The path was nestled and bathed with thorn,
nothing to feel but past traveler's scorn.
But something in this heart of mine,
ushered me that way.
A bitter road, a foul beginning,
A troubled life of lies and sinning.
The paths we walk are never the brightest roads.
As the first of many steps are made,
The ones we love will give us aid.
This path of thorns will give way to what my heart doesn't know.
"A film should engage, not distract. expand, not contract. Inform, not retract. Redefine, not reenact."
Credit to my awesome signature goes to Twin.