It’s become hard to maneuver the corners of my mind,
the easy path I use to walk is now impossible to find.
I try to shine some light on it to guide me through the mess,
an unorganized charade of tunnels screams out what I don’t express.
I can hear the screams and cries for me blaring like a horn,
my mind is in this disarray all because my heart is scorn.
I think about him day and night, and long to hear his voice,
but I was not the one he picked when he made his first choice.
I knew that it was hopeless yet I chose to play his game,
so I can not be mad at him since I am the one to blame.
As I wonder aimlessly through the tunnels of my mind,
I am reminded constantly that I’m lost in my own design.
By: Rylie Rowe
August, 03, 2017
7:47 PM
About the Creator
Shantel/Rylie Jackson/Rowe
I am a student at Full Sail University working towards obtaining a bachelor degree in Creative Writing. I decided to follow my passion for the art of written word. I write under the pen name Rylie Rowe. Follow on twitter @rylierowe1
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