i walk with indecision, an old trusted comrade.
he frowns at me constantly with his lopsided grin,
taunting me with options and choices i have to make.
his incessant back talking has yet to drive me mad.
i often find myself lost in a downward tailspin
uncertain of what fate holds for me at every turn,
while his lopsided frown mocks me with that twisted grin.
his taunting of options and choices i have to make
provide me with an opportunity to discern
the power of my decisions and what is at stake
his incessant back talk will certainly drive me mad,
but when i find myself in a downward tailspin,
i must find the power to decide what is at stake
for i walk with indecision, a wise old comrade.
i have no idea what exactly the above poem holds within its lines. i just know that upon seeing this week's Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>indecision, option(s), fate], the phrase "i walk with indecision" popped into my head. after writing the first three lines, i thought it might be fun to try my hand once again at my not-a-form form (affectionately known now as NAFF). this time, however, i went with thirteen syllables (no specific meter) instead of ten. previous NAFFs include: Indefinitely Delayed, The Music Man, and devil's laugh. (the latter having a more detailed explanation of the NAFF's structure.)
this construction is also being linked up with this week's OSP One Shot Wednesday.