October 24, 2013 | By | 2 Comments

Indecision is a plague, that slowly sickens the soul.
It robs us of our freedom, and blackens the heart like coal.
Its remedy I know not, for I play an unknown role.
But search for it I will, to make my brokenness whole.


Category: Poetry

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  1. Murat says:

    Indecision is the courier of frustration.

  2. Murat Molu says:

    Indecision is the beginning of sorrow.

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