No Fate

How many times must I walk down, along this babbling brook?

Wondering, hoping, praying, maybe I was mistook?

Will I ever forget the smell of her hair?

Will I not be reminded of her, everywhere?

Will I ever get a normal feeling back in my lungs?

Can I ever watch another episode of The Young Ones?

Could this friendship ever go back to something that was once so very great?

Or will I wander this world, forever alone, believing, I have no fate?

The End

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