Well, I haven't written poetry in awhile because I can't write it unless I have a driving passion behind it. So, as you might have guessed, passion knocked and this was the result. Oh, and I don't care if you hate it or love it, just review if you read, please! There has never been a time where I have not gone and checked out the person and their stuff after a review. Enjoy! :)

One more thing and I'll leave you alone. If you get the last line, be sure to let me know. I want to know how many got it! :)

Two Choices

My heart yearns like the root of an oak

Thirsting for a sip of fresh, brook water.

I long for an answer that will all problems halt.

Confusion clouds me

As though I were tied up in a chimney.

Living gets mixed with dying

And soon both are equally trying.

Questions come as a vast waterfall

And answers trickle like a drip until nothing at all.

I beg for a savior

But am never delivered.

The two choices I have loom before me.

I begin to run but found that my heart is dying quickly.

But again, I wonder which one, life or death

I will enter after.

One choice seemed wonderful, masked in its subtle glory,

But the mask peeled off to reveal and vain and gory.

The other seemed wretched and never had a chance,

But soon it proved that it had a solid stance.

Maturity, growth and care is rooted in this choice.

I begun to question why the other had ever been.

I knew it was because my heart had been vain.

The choices still linger

In and out of every day.

The tough part isn’t living

But finding the right way.

The choices aren’t easy,

And were never promised to be.

Just remember this story,

And think of living with a drink.