Dizzy

This poem sort of arose from what someone said in the past.

Doesn’t want someone?

Or just doesn’t want me

I have clearly not won,

So why can’t I be free?

 

We pass in the hall.

I try to look busy.

Swore I’d never fall,

But I’m sure feeling dizzy.

 

Should I still try?

Will things ever change?

Because I’m getting kind of shy,

Words are getting harder to arrange

Reviews

[Ruth]

This shows such reflection :)
A beautifully carved poem, trying to move forward and yet cannot, words even fail!
Lovely work
xx