Should I?
Pondering the unanswerable,
A quandary wrapped in an enigma.
Palpable, but not quite tangible.
Instant relief equals eternal stigma.
Could I?
The instrument is in my hand,
A tool that can cure or destroy.
The gesture is certainly grand,
Is this delusion or a ploy?
Would I?
Can my sanity be bought?
Is relief worth the price?
Reality is harsher then a thought,
Here I lie. A burden of my own device.
One Regular Dad 
I like the flow of this, your words took my emotions briefly with them.
Hope the late night soliloquy was soothing in its own way and you slept better having penned it.
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Thank you. Yes it did. My poetry is my outlet, helps cleanse my emotional palette.
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There is a lot of emotion in this one. It’s very powerful in a subtle way.
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Thank you. I was hoping this wasn’t too subtle, glad to see it was right on the mark.
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I thought it was a very nice balance. You’re welcome!
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This one creeps up slowly, and the ending hits hard. Powerful stuff.
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Thank you. I appreciate the support.
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