Paul Georgiou

Last brick in the wall

 

Too many choices,

bickering voices,

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.

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