I have been toiling over

This monumental decision

But my mind keeps clouding

My weary hearts vision


When will I learn

To do things right

How am I able

To keep up this fight


How will I know

I’ve made the right decision

When all I can do

Is fuck up with such precision


I feel trapped in this haze

Of trying to make it all right

But it feels like a losing battle

The harder I fight


I wish I could escape

This darkness and pain

The more I try thinking

Makes me feel like I’m insane


So the time is at hand

And finally choose

Will it be life or death

To finally free me of these blues


  • sylviasearcher

    I found the rhyme gave like a beat to a relentlessness.
    I’m nltbsure either life or death will free you but I find poetry goes a little way?

    • notapoet

      Thanks for reading and the comment, yes my friend poetry does sooth my mind and soul.

    • Jeff

      nicely written....great job

      • notapoet

        Thanks Jeff much appreciated!

      • Nicholas Browning

        I enjoyed the message. Best regards in finding your answer.

      • Goldfinch60

        Good write, may your blues soon see the light and all becomes well in your world.

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