you ran with the wolves, they want you dead
sang to calm the oceans, it devoured you instead
brought your chainmails, indestructible defense
but you stood in two knees as you felt the air dense
warrior, they called you; coward, yourself
you're a war bottled, riding the waves
when will you ever reach the shore?
when will you choose to calm the storm?
bottled battles; 071622
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PuisiWords, 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...
