Decisions
Often in my life,
I deal with hated strife!
Through many ways,
yet no one pays.
It seems so needless,
The burdens I carry.
For in this life,
I have nothing to prosper from.
It seems so endless,
The worry I bear.
For from nothing came nothing,
but yet I still care.
Tell me this,
Yes, I am sick.
I cling to this & that,
There is a season & a reason,
for my deliberated indecision!
Often I turn to the sky,
to look for help from the Almighty Eye,
I do not know where to go,
for I have been both here & there,
You tell me this,
Am I right or wrong?
Copyright © Shaun Best | Year Posted 2018
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