Dicide

a double edged decision
in its wake
breaks the heart
or pardons the ache... for life
questions..
counter-questions
each bursting through...
a peace of frame,
leaving bullet holes behind.

moral convictions..
perceptions
predictions..
all lose ground and remain
dull..lifeless..practical.. mundane.

dreams or wisps of imagination
curling up in smoke
dying in flames..

I do not know what is to become of me
Happiness is something.. I cannot claim

yet... I wait
I breathe.. I pray..
awaiting my fate..