Survival Sounds

A poem about the bitter wisdom of a broken heart.

Season of lies, won't come back around     

Keeping the price of heartache down

leaving you twice makes the first one frown

I'm grieving both tries to my survival-sound

the fog clevers up as time expands our gap

the only thing ours, still left on the map

I lost something of myself back in the trap

I imagine it, brought to you, crudely gift-wrapped 

Should have only known, how trysome the search became

Would have fled my stars and changed my name

Now choice have empowered my every last flame

merely strugling embers, with a survival claim...

I wish you away, endlessly migrating by sea

And then I wish the world flat, like how it used to be

the third one I'd used to desolve the two firsts

Cause naiv me not back and undo every vers

Author's Note

Any and all thoughts are welcomed.