Times Long Gone

I still regret that time
When everything was fine

I still remember that decision
And that uncalculated precision

I still fear that choice
Of having forsaken my voice

I'm unable to decide
I'm unable to preside

I can't hurt one or the other
I can't stand to lose another

I feel like I'm gone
Yet I know I must move on

I've always succeeded
I've never receded

To put things a simple way
I just can't stand this day

This poem was written a little less then a year ago. However I only recently flipped through my old poems and realized that I should post this one.