The Choice
The choice I made is very remorseful
Especially when you leave the ones you love behind
I knew it wasn't my option, but was the only one that came to mind
I know It was selfish, but did not realize it at the time
But with anger and hatred consuming me, I lost myself
Knowing I made this choice I am alone waiting in my grave
The church bell rings every morning to wake the dead as if were an alarm clock
The cars coming in and out every day to see their loved ones
Makes me wish I did not do this mistake
With my family and friends coming to my grave I am blessed
Now I wait patiently for them to take their eternal rest.
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The Choice
PoetryIn this poem I made, it has made me realize something. It has shown me that when your life is going down a direction that isn't positive and you make "the choice" you regret it because you leave so much behind.
