Mar 2020
Of all the things you could have done
You chose to walk this route
You chose to hang your head this low
To lie and sigh and pout
Amongst your loved ones you live a lie
And tell the truth you'd rather die
A road of pity, sorrow, and pain
And it's far too late to change your lane
You chose to walk this route
You chose to hang your head this low
To lie and sigh and pout
Amongst your loved ones you live a lie
And tell the truth you'd rather die
A road of pity, sorrow, and pain
And it's far too late to change your lane
My latest poem for the site. With everything going on right now, I need something to keep me away from the physical plane for awhile. Or at least until it comes creeping back in.
