Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2022
Never thought I would meet you there,
Right on the edge of the precipice of despair,
As I self-sabotage into ruin,
I know not to beg and not to wait,
Dread in my gut constantly brewing,
Hoping it doesn't turn into hate.
Rhiannon
Written by
Rhiannon  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
195
   Monika Layke
Please log in to view and add comments on poems