Something Missing

There is no good way to describe the situation I am in,
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t,
There are two ways to head down, and neither seems to be so appealing,
With troubled ways you find a way to choose one,
And still you waver across the border,
Find that it was not all it was cut to be,
And there is nothing to do about it.
There is a wait; an about to live through
And at each intersection you find yourself closer to closure,
A closure you have never felt before, closing in slowly on you.
It never reaches.
At each turn it seems to prolong itself, the inevitable, the great anticlimactic end of it all.

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