6.1.12 (chance)

the past
reads
a story
of maddened
searches
and failed
attempts.
each time
it was sought
it came
to a miserable end,
with wounds,
but wounds
that healed.
this time,
and the time
before,
were not sought,
but came in chance,
came naturally,
and in turn,
in failure,
scarred.
so long
was i searching,
and now,
i have grown weary.


No comments:

Post a Comment