Monday, March 26, 2018

Choices

None can help 
This mind of mine
The pieces are
Too shattered
And sharp.
None can take
In all of me
The weight 
I carry is
Just too much.
And so I choose
Life or death?
Solitude and 
Fortitude 
And strength
I haven’t got,
Or death and 
Destruction
Of family
And faith
And soon 
To be forgot.


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