Im in a frame of mind that makes me want to bury myself in a hole .
Embarassed.
Humilated.
Turn the words around.
Makes no scense.
Told one thing.
Scolded for another.
Repeat performance.
Set up.
Shocked,
Surprised.
Realize
The rope is wearing thin.
To where the edge is too close for comfort.
Stumble.
Fumble .
Its 4th down .
- Author: @14teen ( Offline)
- Published: December 30th, 2021 01:01
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
I like the way you show the continual descent into madness. Eerie, but also makes for great rhythm.
Thank you.
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