Last brick in the wall
Too many choices,
nagging at me to make a decision.
Too much to understand,
none of it clear or planned;
out of my ears spout hoots of derision.
Not quite sure why or how,
only two choices now -
whittled it down to a straight ‘either or’.
Whichever I choose
I seem certain to lose.
The noise in my head is now worse than before.
No choice at all,
last brick in the wall;
panic as I am locked into my head.
None to be heard or seen.
Nothing to choose between.
No choice at all. No more to be said.