Cross Road

Freedom meets resistance,
now it does not fly.
I met the devil at the
cross road,
he did not tel me why.

As the sand falls through
the hourglass,
I listen for the call.
Who controls my interests?
I'm not attracted to this fall.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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