Choice of Words

Withering voices.
Teetering thoughts.
Stranded on the edge
Destined to fall.
Fading to the sounds
Of all that was lost.
Left only with our choices
No matter the cost.
Some right, some wrong
But they’re all done.
The moment that our word
turned to spikes
those sharp, jagged pieces
Are what lead us to fight.

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