Hesitation is an anchor,
pulling down on me,
making me drown.
Falling deeper,
sinking lower,
to a place without sound.
My thoughts go silent,
an eerie thing.
As eerie as the dark night dreary.
The chains that pull me away,
from making decisions,
from making my choice.
The chains that pull me away,
from reality,
from you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.
