becoming nothing
becoming more
of that which is
what I was before
something foul
I could never like
but only in distrust
could I find
this creep inside
this terrible thing
a must
I can only hope
that I will learn
how to fix what I've done wrong
and I can only wish
that I could save
the ones that i have wronged
the ones that down the evil paths of life
I had led
for so long
What do you think in general? Improvements?
Comments
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keep it up!! I need to start wirtting more...you have so many more poems than me!

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that is a scrambling of words there JACKOBY. but you scrambled them just right.


