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
Copyright ©
David Kavanagh
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