Decision

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    • is doin some Solitary Thinkin-- Lee Ann Womack

    Decision
    Awakened the demons were meant to be
    the blackness was always there
    I should have known to make you see
    beyond the darkness lies despair.
     
    What now, where shall we go?
    It's feeding on the heart
    I should have known to make you know
    It breaks all sense apart.
     
    Busy is the mind
    trying to find the soul
    the heart is undefined
    trying hard to make it whole
     
    I gave fair warning
    I left the clues
    "Turn back now!"
    were the words I used.
     
    They were always there
    lingering on your lips
    the words that you now bare
    they somehow overcome your mind
    How they have you in their grip
     
    There always is a way
    to wrest the demons' hands
    though fear will never be the same
    Nothing you can't stand
     
    Put away the darkness
    Put away the tears
    put away the sharpness
    built up through all the years
     
    I'm not lingering on the memories
    all the foul sick nightmares
    Nor the ugly headed demons
    that demand all of their fair shares
     
    Truly the night brings darkness
    with beauty wrapped inside
    A heart known to feel
    beats hard and tries to hide
     
    Lines carved in your heart
    start to appear upon your face
    the blood grows thick and tart
    you've found my hiding place
     
    I know just what it is
    I know just who you are
    the reflection in the mirror
    you reflect all of the scars
    the water is getting deeper now
    I know who you really are.
     
    The demons they become natural
    they follow like a shadow
    they share a part afterall
    yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
     
    Yes a decision has been made
    full of hatred and sorrow
    not to turn back now
    not ever becoming shallow.
     
    Deeper goes the heart
    deeper goes the mind
    deeper goes the soul
    what is it they try to find?

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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