#WritcoPoemChallenge
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way no matter how narrow,
there were two routes to tomorrow
one filled with thorns and sand
and above a scorching sun
while the other wide and smooth devoid of stress,
filled with trees and fruits of different kinds
and then I plied a route
I treaded for days
stripped of any form of life
but I held on
never giving up
soon I was a moving corpse
in the middle of the desert
moving to my death
never a curve but a straight road
but yet I still hoped
cos I knew
something big was waiting for me
this tongue like road
will still emerge from it's closed mouth,
And then I'd...