To dark..

Its dark and hard to see.

The path that's right for me

Moving slowly, so I do not fall.

Walking through this dusty hall.

As I come to the end..

There's two ways that bend.

 

Each have one door.

Both have different paths in store.

They both have such elegance.

Beauty that's beyond compare. 

 

Ones so pure and untouched.

The other looks old and tarnished.

I crawl to the floor.

The beats of my heart sore.

 

I assemble myself in tears.

This is what I fear.

To lay alone between them..

 And loosing it again..

 I walk away from the bliss.

One of them I will miss..

Author's Note

does that look better :)

Reviews

[♍ Kirstin ♎]

Wow I really like this but I have one recomendation: separate this into aeperate stanzas. If you want to know how I think it should be done send a message but I'd rather see what yo can come up with yourself. Otherwise well done, it flows really nicely.

[Dawn Jones]

I like this.
Walking away can be the hardest thing in the world to do and you capture that written here.