Whispers of a poet's heart

It’s honestly bewildering

I’ve traversed here before

I thought I was prepared

Yet, I’m still being startled

As I’m getting ambushed

Akin some thief in a night

Stepping out of some fog

Surprisingly weaponized

By sorrow and wet guilt

By the things I should’ve

By the things I would’ve

By the things I could’ve

By the things I just didn’t

By the fact that …it’s too late


Poet of the Light © 2021

View original post