Hour 23 : Random Prompt used: Took the Title of the Robert Frost Poem, but changed the poem completely
In moments of screaming solitude
reflection pays a visit
and digs up questions
I’d rather stay buried
where is the sense
in disturbing the earth
already well settled
chasing chimeras of
“What if”s and ” maybe”s
Where is the sense
in wishing for the road not taken
when the one I took
has shaped my life’s story
And wishing for it to not be so
is wishing I were not me
I love the way you make us think by questioning us on facts rather than telling us what should be. I felt like I was having a dialogue with the writer instead of just reading a point of view.