A/N: I dug this one up a few minutes ago, as I was cleaning out my desk. I wrote it last February, so this wasn't born of my current state of mind; regardless, I hope you like it.
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I walk
On the path
Of broken promises.
I walk
On the path
Of worthless hopes.
I walk
On the path
By which others
Can break in,
Can get inside,
Can hurt.
I walk
On the path
Of credulousness.
I walk
On the path
Of lingering whispers
That spit
Nothing but lies
at me.
I walk
On the path.
Me, alone.
I do this;
I cause
The exacerbation,
I cause
The transparency.
The blame
Is all mine.
So I stand
Here
On this path
Of emptiness,
With my arms
Wide open.
And I wait.
YOU ARE READING
The Second Time
Poetry☾ This is a book of drafts of dorky, hopeless poems, poem-ish works, and rants that usually make no sense whatsoever. I hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoy writing them. ☽ Copyright © 2015 by something1d, all rights reserved. Poetry...
