Maddie Whitaker
How unrelenting my trepidation?
Stomping his hooves into battered ground,
Spinning in an elegant waltz upon my worries,
Cynical in the simplest of terms,
Yet not as cynical as me.
Is this karma after all?
For being too ambiguous with my heart,
Barricading others from seeing its design.
This karma is cruel,
Yet not as cruel as me.
How do I stop this?
This hypnosis is getting old.
I want to feel warm again,
Feel a happiness of epic proportions.
My smile is lost,
Yet not as lost as me.