The AscensionA Poem by Kaede16"Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me (...) For you are everywhere."- The Shape of Water.Let you be my perfect storm. I’ll drink your tears like cold rain Coming to cleanse the fleetness of my world. I can see your clouded eyes even now. The passion within, Waiting to raze my insides, My soul, my life itself.
Come. Unleash your tempest. Every beat a thunderclap. Every vein a lighting bolt.
And me, The willing victim who refuses to board the arc. Let me drown among your waves; Your winds take me wherever they may. Fill my lungs with your sea foam and your turtles. And as I draw my last breath, I’ll be more than a mere mortal. I shall have become a storm myself. © 2019 Kaede16Reviews
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