#WritcoPoemChallenge
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way.
This is being said,
But when I didn't even know,
Because I didn't abide,
Even when there is no means to bow.
What all I did previously,
Shown me the result inside,
I was the one repented cheerlessly,
Only I was there to abide.
I hoped if I didn't choose that decision,
I was standing at the doorline,
Able to watch myself with clear vision,
The fault was all of mine.
That's why I found me lying over bed,
Yesterday, I just took the...