Slipping
By Noelani
There's too many choices And my time is running low I'm hearing too many voices Who are telling me which way to go. I sit here in a thick silence With only the company of myself And thoughts that don't make sense Because my heart sits upon a shelf. Seconds become minutes And still my words collide As this knowledge slowly hits Your wish, so difficult to abide. I wish I could say yes Yet I wish to deline When it comes to you, I must confess Words tangle together so fine. Even while my head and heart debate The time quickly seeps from my grip. Will this decision, become my destined fate? What is right, I wonder, as I slowly slip.If you have another suggestion for a title, I'd love to hear it. I'm not sure if this is the right title for this poem. Thanx. :) Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 12:22 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"There's too many choices..."