Storming Choices
A man sat in the dark night
Dreading, hating, and sulking
With all his might.
He had ruined it,
And he couldn't go back.
He had known it
And thought of what his future would lack.
A soft rumble;
The storm was nearing;
All he could do was tremble.
He contemplated his choices,
One right, one wrong
And tried to put together the pieces;
His feelings so strong.
Should he run away?
And die in the effort?
Or should he stay
And watch the situation unfold?
If he went away,
He would miss a generation
But if he were to stay
He would get caught on revulsion.
The storm was here;
Lightning laughed as if they were peers
The thunder scorned near
And rain mixed with painful tears.
He screamed in agony;
What should he do?
Should he act on chivalry?
Which he knew was the right thing to do.
The lightning struck a nearby tree,
Flames engulfed, limbs breaking free.
The man watched in sadness
The tree was dying
The storm was madness
Like his miserable crying.
He tried to think positive;
What part was good?
If he were to stay
He would deal with things head-on.
If he were to go away
His problems would be long gone.
Lightning struck the bush to his left,
His body felt a surge.
He huddled on the ground, cold and wet,
And he was on the verge.
He had had enough
And was ready to make his choice.
The road would be rough
But he would not listen to his innermost voice.
The storm died down
He looked around
The storm was nearing a distant town
Where his heart had been bound.
He stood up and walked away
Into the distance where the war was by.
He was not going to stay
But was going where it was likely to die.
The choice was definitely wrong
If only he knew...
