Uncertainly,
I glance back and forth
between the two doors.
Demuring at the predicament situation,
my own ambivalent feelings
swallows me alive.
Unprecidented,
I think of opening both.
But they say,
"If you open one,
you must see through to the end."
So it seems
I've got this huge decision before me,
with the uncertainty
smoking around.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection 1
PuisiWhenever I feel down or spirits risen up, I voice my joys, my longings, my hopes into words that craft a true man's penmanship *Top 20 winner of the Poetry Contest
