CHOICE

Why this dreadful choice I must make
depression and heart go hand in hand
I have no other road to take

a life like mine is only a fake
physical pain I can withstand
why this dreadful choice I must make

there is no magic power I can wake
this cursed bottle becomes my wand
I wish there were another road to take

against this thirst I cannot slake
no will is left with which to stand
why this dreadful choice I must make

coals of hell I must always rake
this coward’s life was never grand
I sought no other road to take

deep inside my soul begins to quake
I lift my gun with a trembling hand
what a dreadful choice I must make
there should be a better road to take

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2 Comments

  1. Excellent….Super piece. Love the repetition of rhyme and rhythm – brings into sharp relief the feeling of ‘going round in circles’…
    Well chosen….. rhyming of ‘…ake’ and …’and’. Very Good!

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