how many ways
to reach the final outcome
sharp or dull
painless or agonising
hope a distant sun
the one I’d watch
when I breathed
when I was new
when the words
of the world
hadn’t touched me

so many ways
when all I need is one
like everything before me
asking every question
except the solitary
enigmatic proposal
that might shine
the light
I no longer see
I’m sorry
but this is all about me

how many ways
to reach the final outcome
when hope
the only answer
exists between
a dead life
or death itself
how many ways
to choose
between
life or death