I (An Original Short Poem)
I can bleed my
cravings away
I can forget there
existed another day
You can grant the
virile seas a version of me
But the seas demand
a storm that can never fade away.
Chain me to the pretense of time
An assuming flesh
in an unassuming life
The fates will whisk
away my soul anew
The seas will wreak havoc
with wings of mine.
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A very interesting poem. I had to read it several times to make some sense of it
Well, thank you so much 😊
Chain me to the pretense of time...Awesome phrase :)
Thanks.
A great poem, resteemed)
Thank you so much @kristinaljfom :)
I love the sense of turmoil that you communicate about the self here. Nicely done!
Thank you so much 😊
I am glad you liked it