The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| Directions The road to nowhere is long or as short as a single pace, sometimes for the maddened throng and for the loner bereft of grace. We choose the path to our destruction the winding way, the direct route, with companions of our own selection or all alone if that should suit. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 04.05.25 Prompt: Everyone’s journey is different. |