Poem: Field of Forks
And no, this has nothing to do with that God awful Twilight saga. Just getting that out of the way. LOL It pertains to the phrase "fork in the road". I believe I wrote this because my muse kind of died, which is ironic since I was still writing.
Field of Forks
I feel empty inside
It's hollow and crushing and it breaks me
Like something important has died
My beautiful muse has run
Whisked away to an unknown place
And left me feeling undone
Like an angel, but bloody
Dark like a classical haunting
Forcing this onward
The weight on my shoulder is daunting
I feel empty inside
The ending is moot
Even with the narrowing heart it continues
The seed already taking root
This love, so demanding
Twists and turns and glorifies me
My destruction surely impending
Like a razor with dull edges
Scratching at the nerves
It's under my heart now
But what purpose does it serve?
The ending is moot
Field of Forks
I feel empty inside
It's hollow and crushing and it breaks me
Like something important has died
My beautiful muse has run
Whisked away to an unknown place
And left me feeling undone
Like an angel, but bloody
Dark like a classical haunting
Forcing this onward
The weight on my shoulder is daunting
I feel empty inside
The ending is moot
Even with the narrowing heart it continues
The seed already taking root
This love, so demanding
Twists and turns and glorifies me
My destruction surely impending
Like a razor with dull edges
Scratching at the nerves
It's under my heart now
But what purpose does it serve?
The ending is moot