I Was Wrong

Past in the memory the landscape etched
Younger times auctioned to the highest
Primitive minutes spent in purest aw
The strike of a line the pressure rises

Ripped away as it thought
Yet all revealed the cards always show
Decisions made intent on the prize
Battle as you must to reach yours

1 comment:

Rupam said...

nice poem.
[my poetry at-
http://diaryoffreedom.tk/ ]