You are having a fun filled day
And having a blast,
Suddenly everything stops
And flashes back the memories from the past.
Was I guilty
Of what took place?
Or was it just
That I didn't clarify my innocence.
Should I go back?
And break the frosted glass,
Or stop thinking
And let it surpass.
Coming back to present
With such confusion in my head,
Trying to say conscious
To gain clarity ahead.
YOU ARE READING
Poetember | Spoken poetry | Scrambled words
PoetryDON'T COME AT ME FOR WHAT I SAID, IGNORE MY GRAMMAR, PAY ATTENTION TO THE FEELINGS.
