indecision; the bane of my existence
and source of my frustration.
it is but a wounded heal
pulling me back with each step.
it is that which has plagued
every crevice of my life,
resulting in emotions that
inevitably lead to anger so strong
my muscles ache to release it.
arrival at a verdict that will
then be forcibly maintained
continues to be my failing:
the decision to wake or sleep,
work or waste, go or stay,
love or leave, hold or release,
check the weather or soak to the bone
like a bitch through sprinklers,
live or just stop breathing.
