Limits like fears
Are often illusions
But the words are all mixed up
And I'm drowning in confusion
Starting completely from scratch
An amateur again
You breathe it out
And I attempt to soak it all in
Sounds strung together
Foreign on my tongue
Then more confusion
And back to the bottom rung
Despair followed by disbelief,
One last connection sowing relief
Final blissful understanding
And no more reprimanding
~Peut-être que je ne sais pas, peut-être je sais.
Je suis une chauve-souris 😋
YOU ARE READING
Gracelessly
PoetryAs the tides turn, As the times change if everything is extraordinary is anything? In the end, the truth shines out all her flaws ring and shout. The moonlight shines and in it she falls gracelessly she, soulless, grays eternally The pandemonium sho...
