Mistake
You made a promise and I made a mistake,
In the dusky light of midnight I ache with guilt.
Like a tilt-a-whirl my view is askew.
I am lonely,
And I have not a clue how to pursue
Healing a heartbreak of my own creation.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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