silenced were the melodies of sirens
on the ocean where we used to fly above
with my borrowed wings from Icarus
where can I search for love?
without failing, and falling into the sea
deep for the trenches to devour me
"nowhere," the ocean whispered
and the sky held back tears,
"nowhere," it repeated
"for loving means swimming through your fears."
-the swim; 080621
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PoetryWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
