The Decision



The decision came in a desperate moment.
The one that comes in a sleepless night.
The air thick around my bed
And the sheets heavy with fear.
 
In a diagram perfectly placed
cornered and framed in thought.
Seemed right and natural.
Put on like an old worn bathrobe.
 
Give all ‘til all is out then dwell in rest.
Pour out the contents of this gift
on the barren table
and awaken with dawn.
 
srb

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