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Crossroads

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musicalangel659

Published: Dec 11, 2011

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I stood with him
A crossroad in front of us
hand in hand
One, full of light
Promises, and happiness
Across a bridge of stone
Success purely evident
as it streams like water
splashes of color everywhere
The other,
Full of darkness, Deceit
No chance to grow
Nothing but failure
As air is only a foggy
Grey, No light
Whatsoever
only tints of Grey
No color whatsoever
I tug on his hand
Pulling toward the light
Wanting so bad
To move away
from the darkness
He stays, frozen
As I watch, my
back turned from
the light, I smile
"common" I smile
clutching his hand
as tight as I can
And yet he does not move
My grip loosens
as I beg him
to move foreword
and yet he stands
"I'm sorry" he whispers
That day,
the day at the crossroads,
He chose
Darkness

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