The future is misty,
Murky like a puddle
A puddle full of mud with the acid rain dissolving
The life that is in front of us.
The reflection doesn't bounce through
Yet it absorbs into the murk and darkness
Of the uncertainty of that is ahead.
You say you'll just let it take you
But you know what you want.
Just not to be forgotten by the friends you've made that will be left behind as you leave.
Work for what you want
And discover what you are actually meant to be.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoetry by James Matthews includes all his best poems plus special previews of his new works
