Good Night 3

I wrote my third poem.

Clouded mind
Recurring thoughts

It goes — disappear
It comes — appear

Rummaging through
Searching for a clue

It’s pointless they say
Nothing goes in your way

Loosen up
Just give up

How easy that would be
If I was not myself

Sinking in doubt
Bearing the fault

Awaiting for dusk to fall
In this game called, guilt