i linger
hesitating
one more minute?
maybe two
i stagger forward
then back
i turn reculantly
dragging my steps north
to the dark, dark, world that awaits me
i cast one last glace over my shoulder
before running into the sunset
never to be tempted again
YOU ARE READING
lacuna - a poetry collection
Poetry𝗹𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗮; 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻: 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲; 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗽. A collection of all the things I never got to say. All my thoughts and emotions accumulated into one book.
