If only you'd take pride
In your own mind,
Perhaps you would find
You mustn't confine,
You've nothing to hide
Or have a mask to be behind;
Of course there are rules to abide
But if you would be so kind,
To allow me to remind
That this is but a wynd
Along on your ride,
You can't let this grind
Away at your mind.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
