** orginal poem title by Robert Frost **
The road not taken
The one I never wished to follow
I’d much rather pursue
The long and flexuous path which I have started
Whilst the other goes straight
It is full of fake things
Fake trees
Fake leaves
Fake acorns
Fake vapours
Fake as my fate as if I were to walk
But now, I am running
Running for who I will be
Running away from who I was
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Epic
PoetryEver since my poetry unit in English class everyone has told me that I am gifted. I still haven't really understood how, but hopefully when you read this "little" epic of mine you might see something I don't. Through this epic the first couple will...
