The Writing On the Wall

When looking back on thoughts of despair, words in haste so hard to bear. Where sharp tongues take control, shaking the mind while crushing the soul. Speaking words from the heart, stern but true, brings hard thoughts into review, it’s hard to smile and easy to weep, hard to stand on tender feet. Like the hand that wrote on the brings remorse as feelings fall. …….Written trough the night, don’t really understand it and yet I do. I can’t recognize myself in this poem. This poem wrote itself and that is why I kept it.