I Am Wrong


What looks narrower
When trapped astray
Narrow tightness squeezed
The more dimly cooped up

When you hate to push in
After being weak, blame myself
There is no intention to hurt you
A lump is hard had to swallow

The more frozen the tongue
Tightly closed tightly
Something stood still without budging
In the heart that still "sounds"

Needless to wait "hopefully"
Which is felt to have come
More and more the rigid colder for move forward
Step away pull back

Avoiding all losses
Feels like sin hangs demanding
What you have done must be answered
Forgive me for having started it

Hope "good" still want to see
Seemed to run out of strength to be able
There is no mercy!
indeed I am wrong...


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Vishnu said…
Great 👍👍