Poems2

These wasted moments

I carry them with me with so much regret

Ties

Twist tied to the past

What remains leaving a film

I try to rinse away

A guilty web of poison

Weaving its disease

The most distasteful resin

A pristinely beautiful secret

That I just can’t touch

Waiting

Wondering

Wanting

The peace that only you can give

Climb out even kicking and screaming

Make new while leaving everything else behind

The definition of wrong

Just now seems to fail you

It’s time to wash it all away…

F.