The Final Decision (NEW)

For the first time in ages
I sense darkness inside...
Through all the filled pages
Emotional phrases
Lyrical praises
I feel these thoughts of destruction from within
Pushing violently against my skin
Wanting to flow as freely as the ink that I proudly place on display

Words can only say so much until the touch must be felt
We are all dealt times when we must decide
The right direction to turn
Afterwards, given moments we yearn for more than we receive...
It's up to us to relieve the mind
Look past what can deceive confined sensations

False expectations
Lead to lost relations
As complications begin to disconnect the constellations
Which once lined up giving a forecast
Of the beginning to what's becoming the end
Even though we try to mend what we see being broken
Not enough words can be spoken to relieve the fears
As they slowly evolve into tears
Eventually, all things will become lost

They say one must pay the cost for their actions
They fail to tell us what comes after each transaction

I believe the moment comes when one must walk away
Take what they once portrayed as truth
To produce a new reality from what they used to envision
The day they must make
That final decision
 

Reviews

[Rain]

One word... Brilliant. Rain..

[wizthom]

beautiful i feel this is perfect for the poem you wrote forgiving,
u are a adviser soon to become a spiritual walker,peace wizthom

[Mr. Deft Diction]

Yeah, this is one of those pieces that is identifiable by anyone. The way you put this one together shows that growth from a writer with something to say; into a writer trying to spread her wings and reach other audiences.

I'm liking your whole comeback. You've got a breadth of new knowledge and you're using it.

Keep goin'.

[J. Hampton]

Who can't relate to this scribe..

Although the format is random... it plays perfectly in my head
your internal rhyme is catchy ...and brings the perfect ebb and flow to this work

Blessssssssssssss

[Poeticpiers]

you follow up a train of thought step by step in flowing poetic prose. But as you state the final decision is yours. We fool ourselves in the pursuit of our dreams and then complain we were deceived.