What Have I Done?
I can't remember
How my feet brought me here
When they stepped in red
When my lips turned blue
How long have I been here?
Never, always?
Why can't I recall
The way home?
My home
Is this my home?
Too cold for home
(Or is it?)
Every face I pass is familiar
Each one is memory
That I just can't grasp
The mirror is broken
The water is ice
I can't see myself anywhere
Just lots of red
A/N: Fun Fact: I actually didn't write this with Captain America: The Winter Soldier or Bucky in mind. I wrote this awhile ago and came across it recently when I was looking through some of my older poetry. I was struck by how much it reminded me of Bucky and I'm still confused as to how I couldn't have written this without that intent. I like to write poetry where I have no idea what is happening so maybe it was some subconscious thing; I don't know. Anyway, I hope you like it! Let me know what you think!