My Path

My Path long poem

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This path. This path glows with vibrant hues,
Bathed in the morning glow and full of the most
Stimulating fragrance. It leads and I follow,
I care not where I go, for this road has me in the
deepest entrancement. And I can only
Eagerly bend as it curves and slides across the unknown.

This road. It amazes me, again and again.
Just when I think I have seen everything it has
It evolves in the most resplendent way, and
Makes sure I am but a slave, waiting to be ordered.
But I love every second of it, for I will do anything to
Just remain. Just remain on this beautiful path.

The scenery is constant. The evergreens shine,
The flowers dance, and the fruits stick their chests out,
With the utmost pride. Flora I have seen too many times before.
But on this road, every time feels like the first. And I
Continue to be engrossed. While others, who do not travel
This path, might not realise its magnificence, I, who have
Fully experienced this journey, will remain quiet,
In awe of its ability to enchant.

I notice a change, Like the leaves that shed
In autumn. The path seems to be preparing itself,
Preparing itself for harsher times. I cannot bring myself
To think of what lies ahead. The path that used to be
Soft and bright, is now gloomy and begins to grow rough.
I no longer run as I used to, but rather walk. And I walk
not to enjoy the beauty as I used to, but rather because
I owe myself, to this path that gave me everything I have now.

The path is now covered in snow. The leaves are non existent,
And the scenery which I thought would remain eternal, is now
Covered in the frigid blanket of reality. The harsh cold has
Brought me to my knees. I can no longer walk, and the times I ran
Seem to be but a distant dream. I begin to suffocate, my mind
Still with the memories of the beauty I once adored, urging me
To be relentless. And relentless I am, I will not give up. But,

I can no longer tell between the path and the noise,
The borders I kept myself in for so long have all but
Been erased. My vision too fails me, and I cannot
Smell the aromatic fragrance that was once the reason for my being.
I crawl along. Hoping to feel the path, But that too
Has left me. No longer I see, smell or feel.
And this path.
This path that I loved.
As it died, so too did my heart.

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