Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Spring Fear

Your stifled embraces
and my sullied dreams,
all, smell of this stuffy spring air.
tear-stains etched on my rosy cheeks,
defeat is all around me tonight, she reeks.
As life pulls me in all directions, I just emptily stare,
at the only route I wish I could take, but will not dare.

For Frost it was the road not taken,
for me it’s the one feared,
that I wish I could take.
And I probably would just take it,
if my whole future wasn’t at stake.