Mine
Alone with my thoughts.
My downfall...
My fears...
Cascading as waterfalls casting no image to see,
Hold back the teardrop of random Sorrow,
Wishing..wondering as I stare at the floor..
Stained, decaying and damp from all that is given,
Wipe it away so easily it seems,
Recalling my hopes, fears and dreams.
Copyright © Julian Buckrell | Year Posted 2020
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