In the beginning, I looked towards the washing shores,
awaiting my Paul's satin changing ward,
a light stroke me with it's soft laugh,
and gave me the rich bloom of the seas' mass,
tending, I coiled to return to my titled post,
bonding, I withdrew to withhold the kind note,
unnerved, my strong hold comes away at loose ends,
already losing my star of right to make a mend,
untouched by the mist of magic's touch,
I shrivel away from the master's watch,
daughter soul lost to the looming storm afar off,
brandished for the devil eye overhaul.
I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this.
So I finally stomped down on the procastination just to write this poem.
I hope you liked it.
YOU ARE READING
MY POEM COLLECTION
PoetryPoetry allows you to discover, And gives you the gift to recover, Giving you the wheel and compass, To venture through the bypass
