A life among the living and yet detached,
coming to the conclusion,
that I must act.
A decision not easily won.
There are questions still unanswered.
Still so much left undone.
But I dig deep within my soul.
Discovering mistakes I’ve made,
and damage from long ago.
To change I am not so convinced.
I pondered within my mind,
that they are to futile to fix.
For they are many and great,
and so routed in life,
that I deem such a magnitude of waist.
It seems there is no persuasion to insist,
or a resolution made in time.
Just a decision to not exist.
In questioning a life like mine,
is there more value and purpose?
to this consideration I seek to find.
Every life is cherished from a mind that’s so advanced.
I must not come to the conclusion,
or speculate an accident made by chance.
There is a great decision made and given to my birth.
A life designed and so detailed.
To this beauty I must not hurt!
This Poem Is Dedicated To My Heavenly Father
And To All Of Those Who Hurt.