I have a confession to make.
No, I am not yet going mad.
Nor am I a yet to be mental,
And I am certainly not daft!
I have been holding a secret.
I haven't yet killed someone,
I am not a heartless assassin,
And I could never be a warrior.
I can't hold back much longer.
I'm not just afraid, I'm terrified.
Fearful of what is to come soon,
After I declare my proclamation.
Because I must reveal my crux.
My code must be unraveled so
You will finally understand me,
Even if just a bit further more.
For my confession is that I-
YOU ARE READING
Daisies & Lightning
PoetrySmall, big, short, long, and strange poems, created and edited by Taelum Elizibeth Starborn.