Death of Choice
Death of Choice.
The calling of a great purpose
The one amorous desire.
Nothing more than a romantic delusion
Convincing conviction,
Catastrophically crushed
As if set afire.
As if the world was pulled out from under
It devastates all.
This storm surrounding
This inaction stuck in the eye.
The unknowing is maddening
The pain begging
as the love slowly begins to die.
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