My book of poetry

advance of a fool

I am fool in every sense of the word,
A foolish coward so quietly absurd.

The world spins round,
As i let out a defeated sound.

All was not as i thought it was,
And not all it aught to be.

~T

I wished to sail in a far away time
In such a place i would fear no betrayal as i have belaid upon myself of which i so rightly deserve and fade away from the light of those i know and with fear of what damage i may do to those as the fool i am i cower in my own trembling and quaking hell.