Decisions
Quote: “A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well — or ill?” — John Steinbeck, East of Eden
In the desert of my days I wander,
the sun’s brittle crown upon cracked earth.
Dust drifts like old regrets between my steps,
and the horizon yawns — unforgiving and still.
Then the sea-storm rises inside me, roaring,
salt-heavy waves lash at the fragile dunes of hope.
A thunder-gulf within the ribcage demands its toll,
and I stand, drenched, amid the wreckage of decisions.
When the storm recedes, the desert lies hollow again,
wind-scrubbed, bare of consolation, shimmering in regret.
I ask the hard question beneath the pale, empty sky:
Was it good—or evil? Have I done well—or ill?
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