Frija

Frija

A Poem by winter;lyra

what shadow is pulling the string
before the projected image of uncertainty
what emotion is he prying on?
my presence is debatable - is it not?
where am i - what am i
when lacking freedom to not be
when scarcely aware of what it means
when barely attached by a weak string

the current tide is serene
i might as well let it be

© 2017 winter;lyra


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Added on July 16, 2017
Last Updated on July 16, 2017