Choice is a great confusion
And greater delusion
If you think that simply having it is a good thing
Choice can lead to greater guilt
To losing all one has built
In the blink of an eye
All lost to time
Choice can paralyze an action
cripple a pattern
Ruin a dream
It can lead to love Or hate
Regardless of reason, Devoid of fate
And I have met many a person
Entrapped in a life without freedom
Who grinned a gleaming smile
Happy in the cage they call their life
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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