We look through doorways, to see who enters,
We doubt our knowledge, that puts us at centre,
I'm telling myself that I'll never open out,
Keeping my thoughts locked away, I resumed the drought,
The drought is my confidence, the drought is the cause,
I'm warning you that my reasons aren't there to be ignored,
I have fought my battle, and lost yet again,
But with this defeat, there isn't an heir,
I know I haven't been perfect, I know I've been bad,
I hurt you dearly, leaving my mood: beyond sad,
I live in regret, not knowing who I'll lash out to in time,
But that's just me overthinking once again, who am I, to this hateful crime.
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Poetry: With a thousand words; and a million more reasons
PoetryA collection of poems produced by yours truly. My aim is to inspire people in their daily lives, maybe even relate to a person or two along the way. I like writing to relate, whilst having fun and expressing my deepest thoughts and feelings througho...
