Choice

Your choices. Your decisions. Take them, make them, wrong or right, at least YOU tried.

Condemnation is so very critical;
my decisions are absolute possessions
and choice is the breath of my survival-
experience teaches, and I learn my lessons.

The cold will freeze your heart
if it is not already stone ice,
and frigidness will soon start
when you've no control of your life.

Why regret the things we've done,
paths we've taken, decisions we've made?
Can we turn around and choose a different one;
is there a cure for what we cannot change?

There were rocks and ditches on the road;
you didn't look, ran, stumbled, and fell.
Or you thought he was a prince, kissed a toad;
Heaven seemed within reach, but, then, so was Hell.

The rut was deep, mud was in your eyes;
don't laugh it off, we know the inferno is hot.
That grime is thick, it truly blinds
until you don't know what to choose and what to not.

Never is too late and in this short life,
better to do something wrong,
than live with nothing right;
when nothing is empty - empty and long.

Author's Note

This one goes with that tough time in life...with those dark poems...'9 to 5', 'Gone', etc.