The Strange Choice

For Every break through You were broken thorough.
With every big blow, you were taken down deep below.
Because all the assaults were below the knees,
And there wasn't anyone to listen to your pleas.
Because messing up everything was an art you mastered.
Because you sought more than what you could foster.
For you crossed so many lines that you apparently lost the count.
You could only wish you could set a recovery point just before the unmount.

When your decision was clouded you made a strange choice,
A choice that no one could ever accept and rejoice.
The assault was planned but was still spontaneous,
The arrow could have been blunt but it was mordacious
Twas A choice you repent and shouldn't have made
Twas A choice you know, did cut through like a blade
And you are left with memories which you never want to fade

Was there really a need to come up with a reason?
A reason that everyone else thought as a treason!!
For breaking the trust of the few who trusted you
For making them believe it wasn't a wise choice they made "for" you
Now the only Knight who can fight for yourself is you.
The only fight you have to win is inside of you.
When the chips are down, it melts down to what should have been done by you

Silence is voracious, It engulfs all the peace
The head starts to spin and all of a sudden does freeze
The thoughtless void inside generated the devil in the first place
But you made the choice to not control it, and fell sorely from grace
The "could be"s are an infinite possibility,
You need to move ahead to maintain the continuity.
A continuity which will never be the same,
Because you will remember you lost something that wasn't just a game

You were given all the chances to take a stand
But you didn't stand by them and took an errand
Because the timidity that infiltrated you could never leave
And you still wonder from where you got it up your sleeve
Now it's hard even for yourself to decide what exactly you do believe
You knew it all and made a wrong move, was it on purpose?
Because you knew you were jumping the gun and you knew it was dangerous.

They call it Deja Vu when they see it all happen again
But there isn't any time to remain blinded and be in pain
For the best healer is time, it has it's strange ways
The unsaid will be understood. It's just a matter of days
But it doesn't mean you shouldn't ever give it your best try,
The only thing to give into your vacillating mind to fry
Is to keep a track of things how you could've made right,
Because there will always be a day, however long be the night.

-Aishwariy