AGONY

 Agony 

Every single thing in my head,

Looping over and over at my bed.

Could the clock break ,

And ever give me a break ?

Broken hearts ,

Vague paths,

Yet couldn’t say goodbye ,

Could someone tell me why ?

If I could turn back time ,

Everything will be mine,

Just as the gold rush,

Which is now just a cold touch ,

At my heart 

Which I let it rot ..

I didn’t give a flinch ,

Which made me to winch,

Which wasn’t a cinch ..

Now am better in my own ,

Which is way better than anything I could ever  own !

                                                                       -B.Nikitha