The War I Walk Poem by Woru Sulyman

The War I Walk



Walk I must.
A pull here.
A push there.
No path I trust.

These thoughts are strong.
Go I will—
my choice still no choice.
might I be wrong?

Choices collide,
No voice but mine.
But thoughts that crow,
words that grow.

To stay pulls.
To leave pushes—
yes and no at my throat.
That's the war I walk.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts,doubt,choice
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