Wednesday, October 26, 2011

tish ...

tish ... tish ...
raindrops falling ...
wetting the stairs of my success
tish ... tish ...
no wall to lean on to ...
wish I had her now,
to hold on to ...
tish ... tish ...
I must remain cautious ...
and spare any unfortunate slips,
that could get me unconscious !
tish ... tish ...
hidden thoughts emerging ...
with every careful step I take
I need to start searching ...
before it becomes too late
and find myself drowning,
in the other side of fate !



2 comments:

Diaries of a screw up said...

it seems that you have a lot of dark emotions going through you, I love how you transformed your pain into poetry.

Maverick said...

indeed ... thanks for dropping by, new visitors are always welcome