It is no
Secret that I am the
Child and you do
Not fail to remind
Me
That you are the
Adult, but maybe once
Or twice
Or a
Thousand times
You should let me
Bare the burden
Of our
Choices
n.p.
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings of a Mad Child
PoetryDifferent people and different lives, different stories and different times. I cope with life by writing things that appear profound to me.
