Knock

What I've came to realize today, is that I don't have even a single friend who is a friend.

In the forest I came,

Several hands in chain.

Hello, wilderness.

Goodbye, my smiling frames.

Now, I face a shameless mirror,

Searched for pictures to remain.

Only white space behind my mind,

Lone in fact of what is real.

 

Author's Note

Any critique will help. Thank you.

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

wow! I'm amazed by the style of writing! This one is so good! i loved reading it! :D
keep writing :D

[BlackRabbit17]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.