@ A Cost


In my moment of contempt

I thought about me not you

In the small time frame of act or denial

I seared my conscience off

As the words left my mouth I felt empowered

And as I did what I knew was wrong

I felt entitled yet guilty

I have since wrestled with desire and need

Momentary gratification at the cost of a few

I wonder how leaders

How men and women in charge of a region

In command of a family

Deal with executing a wrong decision when they had an option

Need and greed sometimes blend into the same

But at a cost

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