"rogued" poems
Pushing me closer to the edge,
For far too long, wrapped around your finger,
Stayed through the rogued fields.
Dreaming of letting you go,
My loneliness is killing me,
Right beside but where are you?
Change is wrapped around you and others,
Their words twisting your every thought,
Twirling and twirling, drawing you nearer.
Like a rock thrown from a hand,
Descending to the jagged knives,
Their eyes wide with shock peering from above.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC