Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Saturday, August 27, 2022

"Right and wrong"

 Right and wrong

I know that I am right, but all along

I knew the steps I'd taken were all wrong

So, please excuse my mania, it seems

Just knowing you exist unleashed extremes

My darkest days you match with slightest whim

Remarkably, the darkness became dim

And brightness, like a breath of life began

To stir my heart to measures with no plan


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