SelfishA Poem by Andre Peterson
Climbing up the mountain side without a single clue.
With a timber maze before me. I stand before it with a heavy heart. They needed me. They saw me run. I still remember the pain in their eyes. But most of all, I remember the way she looked. Sad, distant and hurt in her eyes. I didn't ask for it all. It was all a selfish act. I just needed a story to tell. But now I have nothing. Not a single breath more. I hope to never forget this night. With nowhere else to go, the bitter cold sets in. I step inside lightly, haunted this sight.
© 2016 Andre Peterson |
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