Poetry. From the broken soul.

The Choice

I don't know why I have so many english assignments!! But here is another one..

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I walk down the street

Feeling regretful

Pass by my house          

All things are less hopeful

I finished my test

To get me to med school

But I was to tired

And wasn’t a jewel

I failed the test

My heart is now broken

My last wish

My last token

To get to the place of

All my desires

But I am done

No song of lyres

But then I must think

About my life now

I can’t be over

I do not see how

I look up

High up to see

I wonder how many

Times a fail does a tree

Salt from my eyes

In liquid form

I am crying

I am torn

One little choice

Will ruin my life

No it will not

I will stand up and fight

For my well-being

I will take it again

Or find something else

Something new to begin

So here I sit now

Thinking it out

I dry off my tears

And go off in scout

Of a new place

Yes I’ll get a new major

Study really hard

And maybe I can wager

A new life to live

I think that’s fine

Maybe I’ll get more out of life

Than a dime

The leaves on the ground

Were slowly dying

Turning colors

I’m not even lying

When I say

This is my hope

This new beginning

Wait I might now cope

Maybe I should just

Try the test more

But I just don’t know

My brain is so sore

So here I stood up

Thinking it threw

Part of me wondered

What choice I would choose