what was it like
to find yourself,
to look for someone
who doesn't want to be found?
what was it like
to run from home,
and wish to return
without looking back?
what was it like
to mourn the death of your soul,
upon seeking the truth
in a world of lies?
what was it like
to find yourself
and for the nth time
you reached dead end?
YOU ARE READING
Crestfallen
PoetryEnglish | #16 IN POETRY © 2016 kyeriella all rights reserved book cover made by @OhWanderlust_
