This started as a love poem then went way off course. That’s why I love it. It was actually 4 poems that I morphed into one.
The path I follow has no signs.
No lights.
No lane.
I make my own way.
Follow my own rules.
Create my fate.
…
In your hand is a map.
A blue dot on a page.
It’s leads to a place where smiles are saved.
You guide the way.
In your world.
Colors swirl.
Time is replaced with feelings of joy.
No more heart ache.
…
We kiss through the night into the day.
You whisper to me.
Stay.
I can’t say no.
I’ve lost my voice.
My ability to move.
Not by choice.
It’s too late.
…
A moment of joy.
A year of pain.
A second to live.
A lifetime of shame.
Darkness falls.
Colors fade.
I’m trapped in eternal night.
Left to decay.
Nicole Loufas 