189

One Hundred and Eighty-Nine

Ultimatum

Cold finality,

A sense of ultimatum

Issued from the past

188

One Hundred and Eighty-Eight

Below

Permanently scarred

Always aiming at the skies

Fall below the mark

187

One Hundred and Eighty-Seven

Knots

Wasted though you tried

Simple thread and marked regrets

Knots you won't untie

186

One Hundred and Eighty-Six

Forth

Burdens I still bear

Back and forth, decisions wane

Wishing I would stop

185

One Hundred and Eighty-Five

Rows

The back of my mind

Lined with endless rows of stones

Where thoughts cannot grow