Indecisive Interpretation of an Imperfect Individual

Indecisive Interpretation of an Imperfect Individual

A Poem by Tyler J. Page
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A poem about regret, change, and ultimately the power of love.

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                       One way or the latter…

                       I’m stuck at this piercing red stop sign.

                       Where am I?

                       Questioning my crucial decisions as my mind wanders…

5                     I throw my crooked line in the water.

                       A brief moment of reflection,

                       To get my preference in collection.

                       Sitting in a traffic jam,

                       Stuck in my inconsistencies,

10                  I weigh out the possible outcomes.

                       Right is what my head is forcing.

                       It’s saying, “Take your s**t and never, ever look back.”

                       But left has my heart pleading.

                       It’s saying, “You love her, and your mind won’t account for that.”

 15                 I know right is not morally right;

                       I would simply be doing it out of greed.

                       Then I glance left,

                       And I see her evergreen eyes staring through the reflection…

                       I can leave, but what about the memories?

20                   A car beeps behind me;

                        It’s my time to go.

                       I prayed for help,

                       But God never answered.

                       No guidance;

25                   On my own,

                       That is the most difficult soul-searching.

                       Out of frustration I turn the wheel right,

                       And proceed down the self-loathing path of drugs, sex, and ultimately regret.

                      Then it struck me,

30                  Like Big Papi’s bat, it simply hit me...

                       No matter how far down this path I find myself,

                       I can always turn around.

                       I can be the change…

                       So I found an empty lot,

35                   Barreled in and grasped my cell phone.

                        I stroked the keys to the only 10 digit number I could remember.

                        Her delicate voice responded, “Hello?”

                        I contemplated the right thing to say,

                        She asked again, this time with a sniffle, “Hello?”

40                   With a deep breath, I finally replied,

                        “Hey baby, can I come home?”


© 2014 Tyler J. Page



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Added on February 9, 2014
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Tyler J. Page
Tyler J. Page

Taunton, MA



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