Fear runs within me,
holding me
in it's freezing
grasp.
I'm so still,
you can't see me breathe,
forget about
seeing.
Minus one phone,
I'm now alone,
left to just
dreaming.
Was it worth it?
No, it's obviously so
Regret is flashing through
my mind.
And now I'm worried
because my dad
will find out.
I cry.
No, these last two
stanzas don't
have any
poetic rhythm.
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.
