All of this is a mere
Incoherent succession of events
Which I cannot comprehend
But am forced re-live
I come unafraid
And carrying no weapons
Though they are still merciless
There is nothing to do now
The waiting is the longest part
There is no use in trying hard
You cannot let go
For once yours is not the hand to hold
And if this storm comes any faster
Or any slower for that matter
It would make no difference
YOU ARE READING
jagged [ iN BETWEEN part 2 ]
Poetryfailing lights & sleepless nights (ramblings of a mad person) IMPORTANT! The drawings that accompany my words are not my doing, I take no credit for them whasoever.