Scared of getting close,
Though you feel like home's embrace.
Past wrestling fiercely with the future's unknown space.
Uncertainty grips tight, Whispers of mortality's breath. Yet drawn to you, a longing, a depth.
What am I to do when you get too close?...
I can't break a pact of the past...
But I cannot ignore this future path.
What am I to do with you...
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
