i stand at a crossroads.
behind me are many homes,
many promises,
broken.
to my right
and to my left,
there lies two roads
empty.
before me
is darkness.
the end of it all.
nothing.
is this my life?
is this where it led?
to loneliness?
to emptiness?
if i had the words
i would cry out,
i am more than this.
i am more than nothingness.
Thanks Carol. I'll be over here with my head in the oven.