One Choice

by mudrhetoric

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I weep.
For all I can recall are failures.
Things undone.
Words unsaid.

I cannot envisage another past.
Tongues of others tell crooked truths.

A straight path forks and leads to a place more desolate than nowhere.

You only realize too late.
That some things can’t be taken back.
The sorrow in the end overwhelms.
Leaving only one last choice.

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