The inevitability of this moment,
it already is.
I judge it but am too late,
I resist but am resisting what's passed.
It has appeared before I can decide if it is good or bad,
and then it has disappeared again.
Where has it gone?
It's like it never existed.
YOU ARE READING
These Poems
PoezjaThese poems, I don't know where they come from, I don't know who they are for, or if they are for anyone. Perhaps they are just wild musings with no aim, Or perhaps they will touch someone, heal someone, or take that pain out of them like a surgery...
