Fragile
Why is it so,
that so easily,
my mind rebukes,
the wisdom of its days,
and follies with jokes of ill witted humour,
which serendipidously challenge friendships hand,
casts love and joy aside in an instant,
derails the path ahead,
and makes for
a future,
alone.
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2021
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