For Stupid Me

markziff

Our life mapped out before us,

 

That map now but smoldered ash,

 

A perfect happy journey,

 

Now all's left a final crash.

 

 

 

Our first steps felt so right,

 

Our hands enwrapped naturally,

 

Our eyes always the others gaze,

 

Our heartbeats as one perfectly.

 

 

 

Now on the cift edge I stand,

 

I turn to your hand held out to me,

 

Still I step back,

 

For I am stupid me!

  • Author: markziff (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 1st, 2024 15:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Cassie58

    A hand held out, isn’t always one that will solve our problems. I think your heart is telling you something here. I do not see stupid anywhere in this poem. I enjoyed the read.

    • markziff

      Thank you, it's more I keep doing things to sabotage my own happiness. 😢

    • Cassie58

      Sometimes sadly we can be our own worse enemy.

      • markziff

        I know & I'll probably always be. 😢



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