Male - 20 Years Old
I realize this isn't the best of poems but, I wrote it in the morning without really stopping to think about it in about 5 minutes after a three month writing block. I'm hoping to expand upon it so, if anyone has any advice, it'd be appreciated.
What is it that I have in store?
This isn't where I'm meant to be
Everything around me, isn't me.
Why do I feel so lost?
What will all of this cost?
The other path is right next to me
But if I take it, what will I see?
Am I ready for the road less ventured?
Or am I about to be mentally tortured?
My Eyes are Heavy
My Hair is Messy
My Body is Sore
It's breaking me down to the core
And then I look over and see your smile.
And whisper to myself that I can walk any which mile
For always by me, you have been
It's why I call you, My best friend.