Mists of Indecision

Immersed in mists of indecision,
riddled, stifled by inhibitions,
sprawled out on the sofa inert,
I ignore rude comments that hurt.

Exhaustion seeps deep into my bones,
no responses come except for moans,
drowning in torrents of pelting words,
cruel, cutting, I wish I’d never heard.

Attacking cannot force me to change,
seeing options in a wide range,
hundreds, thousands, dancing in my head,
they’re weights on my chest like heavy lead.

Indecision is my curse in life,
which constantly aggravates my wife,
I want to decide but cannot,
perhaps there’s a choice I haven’t sought.