The Many Traveled Road by Quinn Vokes Slowly I tread The Many Traveled Road, with my head bent down in shameful submission, and my hair covering my eyes. My tired hands are shoved deep in my pockets to avoid the many stares received. I will not look up to see what I am not. Remember that beautiful Michigan summer? We could look at each other then. A smile creeps on this saddened face, making me look much too old to be my mother’s daughter. The wind softly blows, gently wiping it away with many Autumn leaves into a whirlwind of color. Thank god for that. I don’t want to wear my heart on my sleeve. The sunset ahead fills me with resolve. I cannot look up to see what I am not. They say walking is good for the soul. A good way to release. Letting things go was never my strong point. There’s a crack in the pavement ahead. An innocent mother perished today. My over imaginative mind plays the scene for the rest of me: I can see the poor son crying at her deathbed. He’ll probably never forgive himself. Emitting a sigh, I am of the opinion that I think too much. Slowly turning, still avoiding any (and all) gazes, I walk back the way I came. Tomorrow I will take the same path, as I have done many times before. Where is my silver lining to save me from this dark cloud? I have already died too many deaths that were not mine. 08/07/2003 Posted on 08/07/2003 Copyright © 2024 Quinn Vokes Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/10/03 at 07:29 AM As a walker alone into too many wildernesses, i know how this feels...great poem Quinn..and I agree with Kim. Would like to see more from you Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)