The cold sweat rushes in me
My feet are firm on the ground
Not having a clue
What is yet to be found
Every step, every movement
Meticulously I must choose
For a every mistake I create
The more that I loose
I'm tired of always thinking
Of what comes next and what to do
For their eyes are always lingering
With every flaws of you
Beware of the landmines
Hidden beneath your feet
For whatever way you take
The doom of fate you'll meet
YOU ARE READING
Fall
PoetryAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
