CHOICES

Choices, let them flow in,

Keep the light of hope glowing,

Let the ball of ease stay rolling,

Weak are those that get crushed up,

Down in the mud, they stay knocked up,

Silently mumbling,

Defeatedly nodding,

Apparently troubled,

Thier five senses shuffled,

The Sheet of courage crumbled,

They refuse to rise quickly,

Like a prey at the sight of its predator,

Instead they wallow in pain,

Shallow and bent,

Thier hearts left unmend,

Choices, let them flow in,

You are not sweet little Jesus,

You did not take your first breath in a inn,

You are not sweet little Jesus,

Even He was hurt,

When He did no wrong,

Choices let them flow in,

Do not keep on crying,

Take my hem and wipe your tears,

Life is soaked in hurt and regrets,

Like a river drowning an Eaglet,

Choose not to think about them,

Choose to always Ignore them,

Choose to never acknowlegde them,

They be an acute remindal of the mess,

A mess to be forgotten,

Yeah, a mess,

A mess is when you lose an opportunity right
in your grasp,

A mess is when your heart gets broken,

A mess is when you are always in
a mess,

You have a choice to make,

Take my hand or his?

Mine is joy,

Endless laughter inspite the matter,

His is anguish,

Self-hate,

Regrets,

Sucidal thoughts,

There’s a point in life,

We get two choices left,

And we choose wrong,

Choices, let them flow in….

__Nimisire.

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So, what do you think? Do you get it at all? Or were you thinking all through reading this piece that I was babbling???
I really need you guys’ feedback….
Hmmm???

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