Rain, a secret, a treasure hunt.
All connected.
All bad.
Why?
All connected.
All my fault.
Why?
It pulls me down.
All my fault.
It was my idea.
It pulls me down.
Down, down, down.
It was my idea.
Mine. My idea.
Down, down, down.
A leaden weight.
Mine. My idea.
All bad.
A leaden weight.
Rain, a secret, a treasure hunt.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry. Some of it is personal. It is either amazing or awful, there is no in between.
