Regret
In times past forgotten,
Twisting tumbling - folding,
Leaving but never going,
Because the lie is always staying,
Lurking behind me in the corner,
Dailey I smell its breath.
That dirty frosty evil breath,
Will never be forgotten,
Wishing I could cower in the corner,
Twisting tumbling - folding,
Sanity decided its not staying,
Yet doesn't know where its going.
No one cares that its going,
No one smells its perplexing breath,
No one cares because there not staying,
Everyone has mistakenly forgotten,
Twisting tumbling - folding,
As I have sit in all four corner.
How I loath that corner,
It was always coming never going,
Twisting tumbling - folding,
Always taking my breath,
Never letting it be forgotten,
Like company always staying.
Copyright © Justin Robbins | Year Posted 2011
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