Danya Qattea


Crossroads


I'm at a crossroads,
I don't know what to do.
I am very rather depressed,
Some would call me blue.

I am at a crossroads,
I don't know where to go.
I think of so many things,
My mind is in overflow.

I'm at a crossroads,
I am so unsure.
I look around so much,
but can't seem to find a cure.

I am at a crossroads,
Please help me find my way.
I am scared to get lost,
I don't want to go astray.

I am at a crossroads.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 20, 2013

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I just didn't know how to continue a book that I was writing, and I was getting a little frustrated. Well, this little poem slithered into my mind, and I grabbed the nearest paper in sight and wrote it down. So, now, here it is. I hope you enjoy it!

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