fob.lina

Wonder

Sometimes I sit and wonder

what I could have done differently

could I have helped that kid

 

Sometimes I sit and wonder

why I dwell on the past

couldn't I just move forward

 

I'm stuck in the past

my mind in the gutter

afraid to start a new

so i'll just feed off of past experiences

& wonder why

Comments1

  • Christina8

    Beautiful poem! Your second stanza is hauntingly good, I can relate.



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