Sunday, October 31, 2010

The Sloped Road

I tread this road,

a ribbon of brown,

fallen leaves,

stretched before me,

never-ending,

I climb the sloped road.


The Sakura trees blossom,

carelessly tossing their pedals,

in my path,

on the sloped road.


I cannot stop,

for fear if I do,

I will not start,

ever again,

the climb up the sloped road.


But oh how I ache,

from this tiresome tread,

with leaden toes,

head hanging low,

up this endlessly sloped road.


I walk alone.

until I can't go on,

and I think to myself,

as I finally stop,

lying to rest,

maybe-just maybe,

if, I were not to walk alone,

I could make it,

to the end of the sloped road.

2 comments:

  1. no comments? really? can someone give me feedback? im starting to think this is a bad poem or something...

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  2. This was a great poem because you used a couple metaphors in the beginning such as, "a ribbon of brown" which describes the road. This makes the poem easier to understand and picture because of that simple metaphor. Great job!

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