Dire Decisions Poem by mrs. anonymous123456789

Dire Decisions



Anticipation overwhelms.
Limitation produces qualms.
Escape is imminent,
to say the least.
To help create,
and keep the peace.
My heart is torn,
from here to there.
With no last stitch,
to keep the pair.
Decision is futile,
during these dire times.
Or its very likely,
I will lose my mind.

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