Lost

[Radetof.Yahska]

Hi Spacedirt!

Just a few things I noticed:

I stand at the crossroads
People brushing past
Eager to find their place.
Their home.

But I remain still
Dread clawing at my being
Violently tearing at the fibers
Of my heart.

I stare at the ground
My gaze transfixed on the      // transfixed by / fixed upon/on - the current syntax doesn't work
Well-trodden path.
Where I belong
Unclear to me.

I succumb and
Collapse to the
Ground.
Tears stream down my face
In a melancholy deluge.             // melancholic, as has been suggested above, but a word like paralyzing might encompass the doubt better, in sync with images above 

The paths beckon me
They pull me in and 
They pull me apart.                  // rip me apart; pull me apart seems problematic

I can't walk
Those paths.                         
I don't belong

Anywhere.

(This was written when I was dealing with a lot of self-doubt and the like. Enjoy, I guess).

You write of the "well-trodden" path, and leave out the ones not so well-beaten. Is it a deliberate choice? Is there a feeling of limited choices that tries to shine through? If it is so, a little more focus on the absence of unconventional paths may help.

Thanks for the poem!