The PrisonerA Poem by Haunzwürthe#3 from a few hours at the beachThrust! Thrust back off my feet! Rolled and tossed onto land again By that unforgiving surf.
A tumultuous murk of sand and froth Bashing, smashing with its merciless caps Of an indiscriminate tide.
But oh! Yonder deep blue sea! A constant dream, that open drink To taste of Freedom.
That cerulean hue meets the sky A beautiful, no, enchanting distant horizon Glimpsed o'er these walls.
These crashing walls, Captor! I cry. Once more, we stand to face. Thrust! That unforgiving surf. © 2012 Haunzwürthe |
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2 Reviews Added on August 5, 2012 Last Updated on August 5, 2012 AuthorHaunzwürtheBland, VAAbout-------------------------------- I am Mark but Haunzwürthe is more fun. -------------------------------- A brand new life sputtering in the wake of a broken family and the dissipating path o.. more..Writing
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