The Choice
If I just lie here,
I'm surely to die here.
Existing is pointless and rash.
Yes, if I just lie here,
I'm destined to die here.
Wading in all of this trash.
But if I can just stand here,
I'll surely confront fear.
Burning it all into ash.
If I could just stand here,
I'm destined to control fear.
I'll wear it around as a sash.
As sunlight now shines here,
dark shadows are made clear.
As titans, they violently clash.
So if choosing to stand here
means opposing those most dear.
Then never again will I fash.
Which choice will I choose here?
Will I lie or will I stand here?
A choice that is a never ending stramash.
By: Tyler Creed Mabry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem