David Kavanagh Poet Free verse

A Nuanced Choice

I’m near almost here 
resounds in my ear, 
I feel a presence 
closing in tonight,
Curtains of darkness
so bereft, it’s death,
Here to take my life, 
i’m paralyzed to fight,
Limp helpless, 
supine I stare,
as finality descends,
snuffing out time,
The loan to this body, 
has run it’s course,
An entity must return
via the void,
Deaths vice-grips 
every last atom,
Squeezing existence 
to an infinite point,
This is not choice, echoes 
through space,
Death comes death calls
death shows one grace,
a bifurcation, 
Deus ex machina shrugs,  
voicing these words,
One path holds copious love, 
equaled only by hate,
The other, love’s barely nothing,
yet hate is absent,
Former is tempting 
but sounds familiar,
Latter could possibly 
bore me to death again,
Yet holds an iota of potential,
I choose this fate. 

By
David Kavanagh

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Sharon Keely September 3, 2020 at 3:25 PM Glad you lived to finish the poem - and hope you rethought choosing boredom... David Kavanagh September 4, 2020 at 1:58 PM I see your point Sharon the poem is a little ambiguous, such is life sometimes, death and depression can be difficult to separate, but necessary for me to write about, I’m delighted you think it’s very good, cheers David Sharon Keely September 4, 2020 at 1:35 PM No, I didn't get bored David. I read it as being about death, and the choice we make in life, to either live it fully and take all the risks of the heart needed to do that, or play it safe. Very good poem (even if my interpretation wasn't what you intended!) David Kavanagh September 3, 2020 at 9:37 PM Hi Sharon the poem is about depression, the choice is just symbolic, of when you reach a point where anything different, appears better than where you are, even nuances become an escape, at least you read my poem and didn’t get bored half way, you chose to finish, cheers David