Hollow beginningsA Poem by AKhaus
Have I failed this test? Have I swerved off the road and lost my way?
I can’t remember the last time I had hope for a dream to come true. I don’t know whose hands hold these poems, just that they will not stop shaking. To be a burden unto myself, to be a constant lament seems to be what I fear the most. I can’t even say fear is what frightens me anymore. It’s a curling of her hair and eyes running from my stares. That’s what I dread, her lack of loving me and the words unsaid. © 2017 AKhaus |
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Added on November 7, 2017 Last Updated on November 7, 2017 |