The Road Was My Own

Into the forest..

As I walked..

The trees looked down at me.

I could see..

My feet chasing the ground.

Soul stretch …

Was the naked sketch.

Of voices that surround.

The unsaid words..

That I never heard..

Was a fleet filled with birds.

Childhood hugging…

Falsehood bugging..

Left inside..

Was the sweat trickling below..

Making an attempt to sort narrow..

But forever shallow.

Defining virtue..

Over needy leaves…

Tip toeing into dry crumple..

Stumbled on a stone..

While thunder erode..

Refusing the turn..

As eyes got wet..

Took the wrong road..

That I went alone..

Was definitely my own.