A Road With Two Ends Poem by MAHAMMA ADRIANNE

A Road With Two Ends



When I move the road keep closing and my heart keep pounding
The roads are black and white and I can’t choose either
One of the roads smell of dirt and the other bread and butter
The roads hate me or am just dejected?
The roads may take me to altar and am not ready to offer
Oh road am sorry I can’t make decisions
Too depressed, too regrets but am getting better
Always in poor spirits
Can anyone eschew my anger so that I can bury the hatchets?

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