Forward then backwards,
Never stopping,
Left then right,
The Yoyo never dropping.
Shaking in the wake,
Of a sickening discovery,
Pieces falling into place,
the beginning of recovery.
Round in a circle,
Ever growing dizzy,
Always running out of time,
Both permanently busy.
Shivering in question,
What must I mean?
Repeated apology,
The slate whipped clean?
The world itself,
Rotating at an angle,
Every single word,
Creating a new tangle.
Silence in confusion,
Betrayal by five?
Understanding their hiding,
Done to survive.
Rising insecurity,
A fear of loosing,
Holding on tight,
By my own choosing.
Motionless in agony,
A weight off my heart,
The complete puzzle,
But no new start.
YOU ARE READING
The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
