Fatal Decision

 

My candle flame is burning bright,
Filling my room with its soft light;
Chasing out the inky black night,
Giving me courage for the fight.

 

My message is not one of joy,
Its theme a life could destroy.
I know my words are not a toy,
Their power I hesitate to employ.

 

The words do not flow well today.
I have the thoughts but I cannot say
What it is that does heavily weigh
On my brain at the end of this day.

 

I sit here with paper and pen,
Hold my breath and count to ten.
I'll write my piece down and then
I'll crinkle it up and start again.

 

One last time I sit here and try,
Look out my window to dark sky.
With the last word I begin to cry,
Praying my letter is not a lie.

 

With shaking hands I close the seal,
Praying my words do not steal
The last spark a pure soul may feel
Before the Fates a fatal blow do deal.

 

Too late to undo what is now done,
I await the end of what has begun.
I fear that I have wronged someone,
My answers determine the use of a gun.

 

Tomorrow I will know for sure
Whether or not that soul was pure,
And if I in error your demise secure
I pray I will your forgiveness procure.