CHOICES

down Main street
in Victory Park
home to pigeons
and derelicts
lights flash
a crowd gathers
paramedics
work in vain
as death permeates
the frigid morning air

staring
at the shrouded body
being removed
from the scene
the curious murmer
poor soul
rest in peace
only to be silenced
by a voice
on the chilling wind

show me no sorrow
for i have chosen
to abuse my family
live life in a bottle
share dirty needles
and die in the cold
now mark these words
it is never to late
to still become
what you might have been