For I Am Stupid Me


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: July 11th, 2021 23:09
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 32


  • L. B. Mek

    not so stupid, in my humble estimation
    if you have the capacity to pen
    such an insightful work of self-commentary..
    (when we can recognize our limitations
    we place ourselves
    within-reach of opportunity
    to realise, those possibility's
    we're usually far - to self-involved: to see...)
    thanks for sharing

    • markziff

      Thank you, it was in response to an argument is had, where I should know better. 😊

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