Crossroads

Or the things that we leave behind

Rodrigo Ferreira
Poets Unlimited
1 min readAug 12, 2018

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I don’t remember how I got here
The path behind me is as strange as the one ahead
I’ve started with hope and passion
Now I’m tired and in despair

In the beginning you held my hand
Led me through the dangers of the way
But suddenly you were gone
I cried out your name
I screamed until I lost my breath

I went through storms and deserts
Nights and days
I was mad at you for leaving me
But the choice wasn’t yours to make

Void and emptiness
Silence and wilderness
I tried to remember everything you taught me
Go all the way and fulfill my fate

But now that I got there
I can’t fail to see
That this place looked much better before
When I thought you’d be here with me

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Rodrigo Ferreira
Poets Unlimited

A man of numbers, a man of words. A man of science, a man of faith. A writer, a poet.