CROSSROAD

Once again I'm at this crossroad
Once again I'm torn
Between the devil and the deep blue
And the bleakness of what lies ahead
Stares coldly back at my face

I'm no more at ease
I'm no more at peace
I'm no more myself
My freedom is sold for free
And in chains I lay supine

Amidst these turbulences
Of manipulations
And manipulating
I keep hoping I'll still see
I'll still find that old innocence

But my eyes have been torn wide apart
Not just mine but even hers
Survival has torn off our hymen
Leaving us way dissatisfied
Yet in the deepest regrets

Yet in the deepest regrets.

( CIRCLES. VOLUME TWO: IN THE LIGHT OF THE DARK. BY O'STAR EZE)