Plain Talk

In truth,
It was a pernicious thing,
That decision.
Even more so,
That desire sown through harmonized characters
And existence's
Subdued scream which no one answered to.

In truth,
The mind split;
Partially upon a cross
While the other half traversed a brutal road
Ragged with time's deception
That questions would diminish
And answers abundant
Would grace my ears
Reverberating peace.

In hindsight,
Rear view mirror to the horizon,
No turn I could've taken
Would've delivered me to a happiness
I foreshadowed would never exist;
Which is why I look forward
Past the souls who said no
And a youth I'll never recapture
To slip further into today and tomorrows
I can only pray to see...
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