Tell me whether it was my fault or not.
Tell me why I thought it would all
Just blow over.
Tell me,
Please just tell me, why does your
Lingering memory
Bring me to the bittersweetness that should be
Foreign?
Tell me, who am I?
What have done?
How can I not follow my own thoughts?
As they race over the speed limit,
And no matter how bright the red and blue lights
Flash, they won't stop.
Help me.
I don't know where I'm going,
But I can't find the brakes to stop the
Rushed arrival.
Please just tell me.
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Wednesday, June 22, 2016
100 words.
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A Barely Graceful Fall
PoetryRandom poems that I compose. Updates weekly on Wednesdays ° occasional Friday updates °
