Silent Secret SeasA Poem by MachinaWriterWould love to get some good criticism on this piece, since its in a style I'm not used to.A deep churning,
yearning lack of control Within the
crimson-cast seas of my soul Upon which reverent
winds blow My thoughts like a
boat -away from seaside
homes. I seek a
remembrance of things I have lost A finding of things
I have sought But I find a
reminding of my silent secret’s cost From which, with
fake memories I have bought -a temporary
respite. Which despite the
height of my anguish Offers veiled
nights of comfort -in the star strewn
heavens of a dim wish. I seek guidance in
this sea of solemnity, -with silent storms
made from the sin in me. These wishful stars
keep me distant, -offering guidance
for but a brief instant. There’s a turning
of the burning coals Inside the fire
fueled furnace of my soul. Forged by the
flames of Hephaestus, -offering
knowledge, if I can face this. I have always known
this, -as did Menelaus, That the truth of
man, -that we all miss Is that we must
sacrifice to feel respite, -from our lifelong
travels, our daily fights, -against ourselves.
And to truly know
that wishful wealth, We must offer free
our secrets, left silent Which from within
our hearts, -create storms
violent, violent, violent. © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on November 2, 2012 Last Updated on November 2, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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