![]() UntitledA Poem by thenakedverseDrifted like to sea, your thoughts and
dreams. And left behind no swollen space of air.
An open eye will see what only
seems And strain to make out only what is
there. Deny your racks of ruin and your piles of
deceit Vices made from boredom and for lack of reason
not Attacked by smoke, your lungs do risk
defeat So breaths are lost like memories
forgot. Slight in mind and habit-strong, you fare "
Loathed and liked by those with whom you
meet Tightened buttons, loosened ties you
wear Clothed in fear and wrapped in wronged
defeat. Plot revenge - let vengeance plan your
ways And feed forgotten faith of better days.
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