I've made a mistake
It was the icing on the cake
The thing that pushed me over
Out of the shelter
called you
I should have known
Your constant compliments should have been a bright traffic cone
Warning me not to go further
into the oncoming traffic
I couldn't have known
And now I'm dead.
YOU ARE READING
In the Dark
PoetryI write poems when I can't sleep. I bleed my mind. These poems are unedited, and written in the dark. Some poems are free verse, and some I wrote with a clear rhyming pattern. In some poems, I tried. But I surprise my self sometimes.
