Poem #45: “Ought-ism”

Ought-ism

What ought I to do?

A paralyzing question.
The good in me is adamant.
The bad says no one’s watching.
They are the same voice speaking.
No devil sits on my shoulder.
No angel whispers in my ear.

Just me

lost in conflict
staring at the candy bar
with my stomach
growling.

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