The sun then grew dim
like an upsetting song,
as if knowing what I didn't do,
that winter all along.
It passed through the trees,
casting shadows all around
myself and the truths
that grew too many to count.
I admit to the faults
of those truths I ne'er told,
for they would have saved lives
from the bold, intrinsic cold.
The sun then again lowered
on horizons to pacify,
the deepest darkest beliefs
that I never classified.
Because I thought I was wrong,
then I thought I was right,
and all my fickleness got
was a traitor that gave up a fight.
They believed in me,
and I let them down,
because of my hesitation
and not standing my ground.
The sun is no longer visible,
and neither am I.
I didn't do much
on that winter break,
but what I regret more
is not caring what's at stake.
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Abstracted
PoetryAbstracted is a collection of poems that I have written since 2014. Thank you for giving it a try, since I know that poems are sometimes hard to read. I hope you like them!
