the oceans rise and lightning falls creating a personal apacolypse my emotions tide to frightening squalls crashing to my soul and its rotting bricks
let me wallow in this enigma, the one that the past presents. submerged, hands grasping for life.... the opportunities pass on by, and i still sink.
the anchor's a rosary caught on my ankle the burden swallows me, but allows me to strangle: on the words that i muttered but never spoken a fair smile from thee remains more important...
let me wallow in this enigma, the one that the past presents. submerged, hands grasping for life.... the opportunities pass on by, and i still sink.
the currents push me further, taking me under the life's fading leaving my soul shaken and sundered. iniquity consumes me, as i pretend to be burnin bright... never will i earn the right to turn and write....
ill awake the day after tomorrow, but please remember me.
I love the line 'the anchor's a rosary caught on my ankle', and I noticed the phrase, 'let me wallow in this enigma', which I liked too. The ending, to me, is a little confusing, but I absolutely love the way the words, rhythm, and symbolism is presented. Do you mind reviewing my poem? I'm working on it to present it soon. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/luckylifetwo/529960/
wow i love this.I am new to letting people read any thing i right will you tell me what you think of mine to determine weather i should keep letting any one see it or if it doesn't even compare to others like your.
I'm Dan the Man. k, horrible joke. I'm just working through carpenter's wisdom as a daily routine. all part of the daily grind and this blog is the outlet to my daily dose of disarray. . ... more..