The Choice

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by notmyrealname, May 12, 2008.

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  1. notmyrealname

    notmyrealname Well-Known Member

    The bony fingers clasp onto your shoulder holding tight
    You look behind and see a cloak that hides a face tonight
    With a mighty swath he cuts the air and beckons you to hasten
    You look around and see the reason why you're being chastened

    Your life is on the floor in a spreading pool of crimson
    It's like, whoa man, what happened here, did I escape my prison
    Things are coming clearer as you draw nearer to his hole
    You see someone standing by you, stemming your lifes flow

    The creature with his darkened cloak gives you one last chance to go
    You turn away, your back to him, and with one last final 'no'
    You walk towards your person and enter back into the world

    Something from me that doesn't end badly?!? I suppose it means that you've always got a choice, even if you don't think so.
  2. nagisa

    nagisa Staff Alumni

    I really like this. Thank you for sharing. :hug:
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    Great poem :hug:
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