Webs Within

Tangled up in decisions
to be made. Knowledge
of what is right, what is
wrong– Obvious.

I know what my choice

shall be, but sometimes
wrong decisions feel so right–

feed that urge,

cure that crave.

Yet the true question 

is–in the end will I be happy.

It is clear to see, happy

is not what I’ll be but left
craving more of something

I can’t have.

Though this closeness

with you fills some gaps
and holes in my life of desires, it’s temporary.

My biggest hole of all

you cannot fill in any ways.

Love you cannot give me.

Slowly, I untangle–

walk to the right.