I choose not to choose
But that is still a choice
Irony in the matters of life
Irony in the affairs of man
Every breath I take is regulated
And yet I still believe I can.
I believe I can be the difference.
I believe that the pain will dull
That this hole will one day be full.
And yet I choose not to choose
And that's still a choice.
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Yes it's 1:24 am. And yes this poem has been written for awhile now but I thought why not share, while I sit with my thoughts. Hope y'all enjoy.
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Paths: A collection of Poems and Short Stories
PoetryThese are poems and some short stories I have written over the years. Some are good, some are from a younger me. I have a deep love for poetry and I hope anybody who reads these poems and stories enjoys them as well.
