My Mistake
My mind astir, I lie awake,
no way to make this anguish break
that comes with guilt, it might return,
a cursed time I cannot spurn,
nor slay with amends, life at stake.
In every creaking stroll I quake;
leaving her to play makes me shake.
My troubles with each new day churn,
my mind astir.
This is no dream, it's my mistake;
no sleep is mine, I lie awake
evenings grow cold, while she I yearn,
and grim thoughts through my body burn.
The shadow lurks; I twist and turn,
my mind astir.
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Copyright © Noel Onat | Year Posted 2016
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