Acid eating at the lining,
Tears seem to rise from the throat,
Bathing in all that had occured,
Swimming in the lust of a kiss,
Everything seemed so simple,
Complexity realized too late,
Sitting in quite contemplation,
Resting on the thought of my fate,
What Frost said about the road less taken,
Leaves me with images shaken,
I took the road less traveled,
This is my life unraveled,
Rhyme scheme lost in the moment,
Of writing thoughts scattered to the ground,
Pick up the pieces of poetry,
I left them lying around |