Again

It would seem we meet again
At the fork in the road, at the end
I wonder if you'd be here
If I hadn't gotten lost again.

There was no map to see
Nor clearly noted signs
All I could think to do was move
As the uncertainty swiftly grew.

Whilst walking I did see others,
But I couldn't speak, my mouth leather.
Simply I ambled on and on
With only the hope I wasn't wrong.

But here we are, as I said, again
At the fork in the road, at the end.
I wish you were here, my friend.
The dark is unbearably dark, again.

Author's Note

Just thinking

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

wow. the ending was a wretched gut-punch, but it was so beautifully expressed. it really hurts to lose someone, and memories i wish i could forget re-awoke. but it is a magnificent piece. so honest, so vulnerable. "The dark is unbearably dark, again." fantastic work.

[Hallow]

Thank you so much. Your review actually helped me look at this one with a new perspective.

[Brandy]

' There was no map to see, as the uncertainty swiftly grew. '

Doubt will cause thoughts to twist and tumble.
Sometimes, it's best to go down that road and see what will happen.

This is beautiful, tender and emotional, all at the same time.

[Dave W.]

Very good poem, friends are so important, thank you for sharing.

[Hallow]

Thank you for your feed back. I appreciate it!

[Dave W.]

Of course it was really good