Walk Home

Walk Home

Turn around
she said
and walk home
alone
maybe your ego can keep
you company along
the way
There will be no next time, an
opportunity to learn from
this disaster. For it's
over. The newness
is dampened by the
rain. You walk through the
puddles, focus turned
inwards. It's over and
your socks are wet

Hmm... I'm experimenting with a different style today. Maybe the tone is the same but I wanted to try something new. I have no idea what I'm doing so I don't know if this is actually a different style but I must say that it sure felt different for me. Did I screw up something good? Was there even something to screw up in the first place? Who knows. Peace out.