Finish What I Could Poem by Lazarus Knix

The woods on either side of me
Are beautified by dark,
They seem to stretch eternally
Around the path I walk.

Now just to give some stark contrast
Between my road and woods,
The woods lie next to where I stand
-And shall remain for good.

The winding road on which I walk
Is tedious and plain,
The underfoot is plated rock,
Sharpened by disdain.

I often wish I had the nerve
To wonder through the woods
But I fear that I won’t return
To finish what I could.