It had to be done
although not one heart was won
it had to be done
The choice was all mine
but it will be yours in time
the choice was all mine
True colors were shown
dark hues completely your own
true colors were shown
So, now, there’s the wait
though the hour may be late
patiently, I’ll wait
Something foreboding in tone of the poem…interesting to consider.
Flowed really well and the last stanza really just finishes it off so strongly. The question unanswered … perhaps some day you will have a epilogue/conclusion/answer?
Thanks for sharing.