The Burden of Choice

Burden of Choice

My mind slows to a crawl and then ceases all together. I fight against its atrophy, beseeching it to move on, to move forward, to move backward, to just move, however; it does not heed my intercession it remains stagnant, a waste. I am incapable of reaching a verdict in this afflicting matter of the heart. Free will is my own demise; I plead to be told what to do and which path to travel.

An eternity seems to pass, yet I am still here immersed in my own self despondence; my shattered soul unable to aid my mind in its decision. Fearing madness will overtake me, yet longing for it at the same time. Too long has my mind, my soul, and my heart sat fragmented. Vacant now, what was once such a sparkling and joyous light.

….. ahh the burden of choice.