New Roads


Walking down a new road,  my eyes; a gyroscope. Looking around smiling happily,  a good day, I hope.   Walking down the same road relishing all that pass,  my eyes; a sponge I pray that it will last.  Walking on the same road I see a beautiful fawn,  in silence I gaze upon,  the game in which she has won.   Walking the same road slowly I stalk,  the lighthouse turns,  my face to chalk.   Walking the same road at her eyes, I smile,  to my joy it returns making all my time worthwhile.   Walking the same roada new leaf turns,  the lighthouse turns away,  still my heart yearns.   No longer the same road I scream; I yell more, I want more but only time will tell.   No longer the same road swifter than wind, I pursue after her believing it not to be a sin.   No longer the same road,  the lighthouse glares. My deeds revealed,  in my heart does tear.   Walking the same road,  fear no longer in my eyes. I say goodbye still, all I want to do is lie.   I walked that same road only joy there was sowed. It’s raining at the lighthouse,  walking on a new road. 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741