Monday, October 26, 2015

Poetry

Could you stop,
Just look at me
Take a moment
And you might see

There's a softer side to me
There's so much more that I could be
But I myself am lost at sea
I stole a ship, in attempt to break free

But these chains have held
No rust has formed
Though the thunder rolled
And the sea stormed

Waves came crashing down
Making an attempt to drown

I drift ashore
Always wanting more
What am I here for?
Am I searching for a cure?

I lay in sand
Reach for your hand

But it's not there
I'm chasing air...

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