A poem inspired by Robert Frost's "A Road Not Taken," where instead of regretting a choice you instead remain stagnant and conflicted between choosing it.
A forked road fragmented beneath my feet
One went to the left,
the other to the right
On the left was endless cascades of crimson adorned concrete
On the right was infinite tiled wood that seemed to continuously repeat
However, they were all one and the same under
the immortal night
From my eyes, it was all just the same long dark corridor
But my heart cried out that they were very much
divergent at their core
My foot stretched out to the road on the right
But my hesitant nature latched out with all its might,
stopping me under the waning moonlight
I stopped and paused to think;
Northern winds began playing my spine like a harp
I stopped and paused to think;
The very essence of time around me began to warp
I stopped and pause to think;
Rays of the sun never passed as it was
overshadowed by the night
On the first twilight, the strings of my mind
snapped
On the second twilight, the fabric that is flesh
melted away
On the third twilight, the essence making up my
soul retract
On the fourth twilight, my heart was pierced and
I was betrayed
And before reality shattered into a single fragment,
I finally took the path on the left
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