I don't know what I want anymore
I don't know what fate has in store
All these murmurs fading to a blur
Time turns to whirl
I hate this fork in the road
But I'm reaping what I sowed
and this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
YOU ARE READING
Epiphany
Poetry"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
