The Woods

Walking through the forest,
On a small gravel road,
The trees so thick,
No light can penetrate.
Just one small beam,
Illuminates the path.
Impossible to tell,
What lies on either side.
The road ahead,
Looks grim and vague.
Step by step,
Inch by inch,
Wandering further into the thicket,
It's too late to turn back now.
Something catches the eye,
A ways up the lane.
As it draws nearer,
It appears to be,
A fork in the road,
Only two options to choose.
One leads right,
The other to the left.
What lies ahead,
On either side,
Cannot be seen.
The time is now,
Have to choose.
Each path is a loaded gun.
Completely unpredictable.
A quick game of einie meanie,
And the real journey now begins.
No one knows what comes next,
In this crazy game of life,
Lets just hope,
This path I took,
Isn't,
Like playing roulette with a shotgun.

Tears and Rain

These tears fall from the sky,
Hitting the ground,
Exploding on impact,
Filled with the explosive power,
Of sadness.
With the shrapnel of loneliness,
Blasted in every direction.
The only thing left behind,
Is a crater of hopelessness.
Liquid ore now fills the hole,
Continuously burning,
Digging the hole deeper,
And deeper,With every passing day.
It will not be long,
Until the bottom cannot be seen,
From the top.
There will come a time,
Where not even the longest of latter's,
Or the lengthiest of ropes,
Can stretch tot he depths,
Of this dark abyss.
There will come a moment,
Where people begin to avoid this crater,
For fear,
Of being consumed by it,
And being lost to the world.
Perhaps the day will come,
When the water of the sky,
Fills this fissure,
Not creating more destruction,
But bringing forth life.
A well will be created,
Giving strength,
And life,
To those that drink from it.
While the pit remains just that.
A pit.
Now full of water,
Producing happiness for others,
While it continues on,
In reality,
Unaltered.