Castaway

There is a place we all go when confused.
Often, a place between darkness and light
Where we are stuck at a crossroads of sorts
Leaving choices where our soul could be bruised.


We want to do the right thing the right way,
The path though, can lead to demons bemused
By the way we use our morality.


Our circumstances dictate actions used
Decisions are never so black and white.
Judgment from those who you thought were cohorts
Are crushing as you alone, stand accused.