The Decision

The Decision long poem

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Standing at the top
as she is about to drop
People staring
the street lights blaring
but All I see is red
as I look back in dread
To the life that I’m leaving
my heart is bleeding
I have been screaming For too long
but is the decision I am making wrong
Withdrawal why
why must I cry
Can’t I leave the tears behind
I am so blind
People care
Why can’t I see
why do I bleed
Why did you have to leave

I think of home
So far away
I wish to stay
But it’s too late
I have no time to wait
I am so close
one more step and it is done
My time has come
No time to wait
There’s too much hate
I want to be free from the chains that hold me
I want to flee the shadows that follow
But that’s not the problem
It is what is below
I just can’t commit
Maybe I should just admit
That life isn’t that bad
I must be going mad
Too tired to think
Closed eyes not just a blink
I must stay awake
but it is too late
falling fast
falling past
at long last

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