CirclesA Poem by Rebecca Leigh
Two weeks at most,
Then you disappear. Become a different entity, And change entirely. A flash of the real you, Occurs sporadically, Ushering hope within. But you never remain. I am trapped, Held by what you could be, If you could only see. © 2019 Rebecca LeighReviews
|
Stats
183 Views
2 Reviews Added on January 11, 2019 Last Updated on January 11, 2019 Author
|