Ill Chosen Medium

A poem about something stupid I've done. If you have too youll get it. If not, dont worry.

Ill Chosen Medium

Red on white
burning words
written in pain
and fear,
anger flaming
till all is ash
what’s left
is quenched
in tears.
Red on white
with ragged edges
will quickly
fade away,
and white
on white
broken down
nothing left
to say.

open and
destroyed
illegible
and empty,
all I am in
Red on white
an apology.