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Decisions
In my mind, this is from the pov of an old man lying on his deathbed. [unfinished] |
| Things to know before you read: 1) I am no poet 2) I have never studied poetry 3) To my knowledge, this "poem" follows no specific form. It just sounded nice this way. 4) All reviews are welcome and much appreciated! This is meant to be rather vague as we are the intruders on a private conversation between this dying man and someone else. We can assume they both know what is being spoken about though we are in the dark. _________________________________________________________________________ It was a simple thing which led me to my end; something I should have seen. But this is now and that was then, and my future is dark indeed. No one can fully know the outcome of a choice, and the path it will cause them to take. So listen well and heed my voice before your ironclad spirit does break. As a young man, I was once like you; full of hopes and dreams. Till a choice was made with the mind of a fool; the repercussions I could not see. Now I lay here before you; a broken man whose debts are forever unpaid, and I urge you to be cautious while you can. Take care before your bed is made. |