No, I Don’t

Do you trust your instincts?

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Left on my own,
I am the hall flooded
With shouting aimlessness-
Banter at best,
A joke played
On my soul
As my fractured nature
Pulls in every direction
But the one way gold-paved road.
Yet, I am not alone,
The still small voice
Of Truth guiding me away
From dead-end streets
If only I listen.