Here I am nearing the end,
Practiced, the gaits are pretty,
Perfect bends right in line,
But yet still one day, maybe two,
I slap my head into that brick wall,
The same trip, I've tripped a million times before,
The steps land perfect in place,
But somehow, like it's out of habit,
I smack the length of my body,
Against the wall,
Maybe it's frustration,
Maybe it's just the stress,
But I've gone full circle,
My feet fall perfect into thier place,
And yet some days I make the same old mistakes,
And slam my body against the walls knowing full and well you leg is between us.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
