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.
 
                                               
                                                  