PoeticBiscuit

Recurrence

A feminine Wind -

So yellow and bright,

Shackled by my burdens,

It dances right out of sight.

 

Im lost in the motions-

Of everything I’ve done

Caught in all of my sins,

I thought I’d out run.

 

Tried to change identities,

And bury all my shame,

When I look upon the mirror

It still cracks all the same.