Every Sunday night
I walk past the lake
And every Sunday night
I feel to take a little dip
Something calling and urging
Intent to resurrect
She runs so deep
It pulls at my chest
I'm in awe
Yet distraught
----
can such a vision-
imprison a lonely thought?
For a fall in the fall
Will leave me fal-
ling
And fal-
ling
But fear lacks in these depths
For I take actions with no regrets
;so I walk away
Because drowning isn't fun.
YOU ARE READING
a collection of poems
PoetryWords, I guess. For myself, my nonsensical self. Perhaps putting them down will make more sense to me. So don't except a masterpiece, Because like I said it's all simply, Words to sedate the confused in me. I don't expect anyone to read any of th...
