Tomorrow is a million miles away and soon
It’ll be an untouchable past lost in yesterday.
Trapped in a tangled mess of my own creation
For which everyone is to blame but me.
I now see clearly
Blurred images of which I can make no sense.
Sitting in a corner crying, laughing and sighing all at once.
Trapped on a page trying to break free…
no one is to blame but me.
Valsa Terron
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-5/
