I was wrong

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{Based on a story I write on Instagram. @ harri_buscus  :D}

I was wrong

I pull my jacket around me,

Protecting from sharp cold

I carry on trudging,

Not feeling at all bold.

The night is drawing darker,

I've just hurt the one I love.

Yet I carry on treading,

No stars are up above.

Stumbling on cold concrete

Winding, barely lit paths.

No longer feeling safe.

Swallowed by nights wrath.

Guilt lingers in the air

I don't deserver anything but.

All chances of returning

Have now all been shut.

Yes, I'm in pain.

But worry about him.

His life, I should never

Have even been let in. 

I want to get lost,

To feel some pain.

Anything but this guilt

Running through my veins.

Collapsing on the floor,

My eyelids finally drawing

I'm taken by the night.

But the guilt still gnawing...

~ Harriet Mosley

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