Tuesday, May 17, 2022

The Choice

His letter to his family was brief, it said I am done
There is nothing to do now, but end this life now
But the drama was not ended, he experienced more
And he continued writing
I was sinking and couldn't stay afloat, but I finally made landfall
My mind was made numb, from self damnation and the alcohol
I chose my path, made my decisions and picked up my weapon
Aware that I'd fallen under the surface, a calm beyond beckons
Sleeping in the gray lands, my choices made by the emptiness
Shimmering auras, I'll transcend life in dreams made manifest