Dead End
I travel down this road and I hit a dead end.
Where am I supposed to go?
You lead me to a dead end.
What else is there?
Fear lurks back where I came from.
Death leads the back road.
I sit down in the middle of the road.
Maybe someone will come along and help.
Maybe you just turned a corner and will come back for me.
So many maybes not enough sureities.
I hear a voice calling my name.
It calls from behind me.
I stop.
Suddenly scared.
I don't dare turn around.
I do not wish to meet the voice that soothingly calls my name.
That voice is too seductive to be you.
That voice is too familiar.
Goosebumps roll down my arms.
I don't want to turn around.
There doesn't appear to be anything left ahead.
Do I turn around and face what I left?
Do I turn around and face what I was?
Fear paralyzes me.
Fear bears me unable to decide.
The voice calls my name once again.
So soothing.
So seductive.
So tranceful.
Maybe one look won't hurt.
