The Easy Choices We Make
A twelve inch ruler
and you're pushing thirteen
Tell me Dylan Thomas
can I go beyond my dreams
I left searching for somewhere a middle
but my ship was made way far too brittle
Lightning lash, and the thunderous booms
my ship went under the spray capped swoons
I had a choice to make that day
to swim for it, sink, or float where I lay
I chose the latter, for what did have I to loose
If I didn't make it at least I was fish food
poem by Midnights Voice
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