Is it wrong?
Maybe so.
I think and I act.
Does that make me terrible?
Maybe so.
I do it anyway.
You're probably better off,
Maybe so.
But maybe not?
I decide to do it,
Thinking there will be no regrets.
There really isn't,
despite one:
The regret of filling myself with these lies,
with this hope.
Your hope fills me, straight to the brim of my cold wrecked body.
I regret looking at you, praying on you like an innocent kitten. So sweet and so pure.
I regret seeing your smile, for it made me happy.
I know it is not mine to come to at night.
But when it's dark in my room,
my blanket can no longer keep me warm enough.
I look to my side and I can almost envision you.
Your crisp features.
Your light, picturesque skin.
Your beautiful mouth, your composed grin.
YOU ARE READING
Begging In The Abyss
PoetryIf you would enjoy reading about the abyss of life, love, hope and all else in the form of poetry, well then I think you've found the right place.
