The Wrong Way Home. Poem by Christian K. Montiel

The wrong way home.
C’mon walk with me, trough the maze and beyond holding our hands so strong and please my hand never let go.
Why do I feel this way? How can I feel?
When everything is a lie on beautiful words? So everybody can misbelieve what is real.
I’m sorry Griselda for taking you the wrong way home but I promise we will go home on this rainy night.
So now I’m leaving alone trough the same door of the wrong home that I just to walk numb and naïve to all the things that I did on my wrong way home.
By
Christian montiel