Indecision

Indecision

A Poem by Will

Knotted innards are not something I can easily describe to you.

Physiologically, they are perfectly shaped
but metaphorically, they are
twisted
matted
pulsing
with a pain I am unable to describe to you without grabbing your wrist
and taking your life.

Throbbing temples are not simply a headache

A tidal wave of emotion and question are smashing at my cranium
day and night
ebbing and flowing,
begging to be released in a display of primitive anger,
I do not comply.

Tightened muscles are not always a voluntary action.

Unchecked passion flows through my sinew unmolested
contorting my hands into pretzels
jerking my legs to and fro
making me flex ligaments I didn't even know I had.

My mind is something I cannot comprehend.

A field of synapses and sensations
no syntax could appropriately detail,
What do I do when thinking is not enough?

My heart is a beast of its own.

Pumping the very matter which gives me life
while clamoring for my own death,
my heart begs for me to make up my mind,
while my mind wishes I had a bit more heart.

Indecision is not a gentle lover.

She will rip you apart
and dare you to put yourself back together
knowing damn well that you can't.

Inaction is not the solution.

You must stand up and take charge
make a decision
and pray to whomever will listen that you made the right one.

© 2015 Will


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And props to you for at least being man enough to take charge and make a decision. In my case, I had to do what he was not man enough to accomplish. Wasted time and wasted tears..

Posted 6 Years Ago


She will rip you apart
and dare you to put yourself back together
knowing damn well you can't.

You're wrong, you can.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I love this!! I mean the poem, not the feeling. I don't think anyone likes those feelings. I know what you're talking about though, this was really relatable. I have anxiety, so decisions are my nemesis. And never knowing if you chose the right one? Makes me want to crawl back under my covers and never come out. The poem describes the feeling with new ways and new images, I really like it. I think I might have seen a typo though, in line two. You said "tney" but I'm guessing you meant "they"? Really great poetry, keep it up!!

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Posted 6 Years Ago


Will

6 Years Ago

It always makes me happy to know that people can relate to what I'm writing and connect to it and pe.. read more
luvs2write

6 Years Ago

You're welcome. =) I really enjoyed reading it....
A strong poem, in a lot of ways, from both the choice of subject, to the use of language.Impressive.

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Posted 6 Years Ago


Will

6 Years Ago

Thank you Leslie. I was shooting for a show of vocabulary here so I'm glad you appreciated it
Decisions have never been something I struggle with, it's the aftermath of them
that kicks my butt, lol! Last stanza says it well for me, great piece of work, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

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Posted 6 Years Ago


Will

6 Years Ago

Cleaning up the mess is a whole nother branch of poetry. Thanks for reading :)

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Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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