Description: what better way to do away with boredom at work than to scribble something about nothing in particular only to find meaning in it? any criticisms are appreciated.
Certainly,
it was more than
a regret overdued,
to pursue the moon
that deserted its sphere
to revolve around elsewhere -
no longer defying its
charted route.
She was left to bask
in the shadows of
rays, that were meant to direct
a different course.
And its sun, will not
lend warmth.
The fog lifted,
only to acknowledge
the departure of self-imposed reality.
you became a second alternative.
Are you a mere memory that comes to mind
in my moments of weakness?
Nice title...I think you did a good job of translating the write into something that backs up the title as well. Probably wrote the poem first, then gave it the title?
you became a second alternative.
Are you a mere memory that comes to mind in my moments of weakness?
Those were great lines. Have a good one and keep writin'
Submission Name: backup regret.
any criticisms are appreciated.
