Choices
Life Death
Happiness, or truth.
out of breath
Chase one, chase two.
out of time
Lose three, or a pair.
of running air.
Life, or death.
Chose one, only one,
Black and white,
I feel grey,
unable to chose
weather to go
or to stay.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
MarkKarmel’s Poems (5)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dreaming | 1 | 12/13/2012 |
| Pity | 0 | 12/12/2012 |
| Choices | 0 | 12/12/2012 |
| Rylee's Lullaby | 0 | 12/11/2012 |
| The Grand Drama | 0 | 12/11/2012 |
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