@ 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