The Path Less Traveled.

I take risks no one would dare to take.

I make decisions no one would dare make.

I'll walk the path no one would dare walk

To the forbidden place no one would dare talk.

As I walk, the air feels cold and heavy 

Suffocating almost, as if demanding a levy.

Still I continue, curious, a dying feline.

No matter what hinders me, victory will be mine.

I look to one side, I see a healthy baby being born

And the other, I see two people aiding a victim of scorn.

For one, she is relieved and the pain ceases,

While the other's life falls apart as she tries to pick up the pieces.

Further along, I see a factory with billowing smoke

Filled with servants working to attain their "coke."

Incessantly striving, blinded by addiction

Mulishly ignoring the impending affliction.

I come to a fork in the road with a pole dividing the two.

In my mind, I know this is where most problems are brewed.

There are two signs: "Innocence, left"; It's radiant and clear.

"Guilt, right"; Dark, gloomy and bare.

But still one path remains, the one in between.

The path called "Twilight", what could this mean?

As I walk, a bright light shines in my face.

It felt familiar, warm, like a mother's embrace.

As I entered, I pondered what lay parallel

Perhaps the answer to this confounding hell.