Hold my hand
I'm lost.
The sand storms fall like rain;
they accumulate in my eyes,
I have been asleep,
wake me up.
Circles and infinities
I'm lost in possibilities
choosing is harder than you think.
I'm not making a choice
between yes and no
between stay and go
between right and wrong
I'm not that strong.
Consequences seem like hands
waiting to choke
the mistakes out of me
& I can't breathe
thinking of being
anything that's not how
it was supposed to be.
Hold my hand &
tell me
Tell me what I'm supposed to be.
Enlighten me and set me free
to make the right choices
to choose the right paths
to not choke.
YOU ARE READING
Words that escaped
PoetrySometimes I think of a word and sentences follow. Poetry is emotions that escape through these words. Give these poems a read, pretty please! I write with all my soul.
