[379] Two Roads Diverged in a Snowy Desert

The making of toxic memoirs ⁣⁣⁣as
I find myself driving to you ⁣⁣⁣
Unable to find common ground ⁣⁣⁣
I try to recall ⁣⁣
lively talks that used to be ours ⁣⁣⁣⁣
but the song that plays⁣⁣⁣ on the radio
overwrites all our static memories away⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
The further I drive ⁣⁣⁣
The less I seek you ⁣⁣⁣
The more that I think ⁣⁣⁣
The closer I arrive near my soul and⁣⁣⁣
all it says is to keep you away but⁣⁣⁣
all I do is to reach closer to
where you stay⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
The want of what I don’t need⁣⁣⁣
flies along with me⁣⁣
Self-imposed dooms and ⁣⁣⁣
destructive tendencies ⁣⁣⁣
are silent killers that lull you ⁣⁣⁣
into a sleep that you only wake up ⁣from⁣⁣
when an accident occurs ⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
Crash. Fog reflects on shatter glass. ⁣⁣⁣
Eyes open up ⁣⁣⁣
to a near death experience ⁣⁣⁣
The journey taught all I ⁣⁣⁣
chose to ignore ⁣⁣⁣
victimising, blaming and projecting ⁣⁣⁣
all that I meticulously let myself ⁣⁣⁣
be subjugated to ⁣⁣
every single moment ⁣of this drive⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
Wreckage. A limp serves as a reminder.⁣⁣⁣
as I enter the fog this time ⁣⁣⁣
and leave behind the toxicity ⁣⁣⁣
that still leaks as I escape ⁣⁣⁣
I hear a blast behind me and I tell myself⁣
If you look back, you let it come with you⁣⁣⁣
But if you don’t, ⁣you walk into you⁣⁣


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16 thoughts on “[379] Two Roads Diverged in a Snowy Desert

      1. Cool. This made me think cars also sort of represent the bad side of technology, they’re dirty (though getting cleaner) and them getting automated (though that’s a ways away) could cost a lot of jobs.

      1. Don’t have enough words .. but its written beautifully. It has an impact on the reader ✌.. especially like the last two sentences❤ thanks for the poem. ✌

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