So I sometimes just like to stare at an empty page hoping my mind will dew out rhymes on its own. I decided to post one of my mind’s residue this time, I might post more in the future if I feel creative. This poem shall not have a title since i cant decide what i want to call it really. any name suggestions will be very happily accepted though.
life is my only constant,
a fate that runs true.
withstanding all its harsh deeds
wishing they may lead to you.
But the shadows they still follow
lurking beneath my shoe.
intercepting each footstep.
they strive to make me fall through.
but i carry on, for my will is strong,
in hopes your touch will be my brew.