By Euphedra Aster
Let me think of poison,
Let me cry beneath the whines,
Let me find the answer
Hidden in the vines.
Let me understand you,
I'm only here to help.
Let me find the words you say
Underneath the kelp.
There's waves here,
I know,
They're falling and crashing at the shores;
The paths clear,
It flows,
Yet I'm stuck behind these metal doors.
I have the key but not the lock;
What should I really open?
You're helping me; you're trying to,
Yet I'm still lost and broken.
I'm going in the wrong direction,
The North Star should say,
But whenever I look to listen,
The clouds get in the way.
I lean down, fall down, rest my eyes and think,
I breathe in, breathe out, and try to find my link--
The world crumbled beneath my fingers, falling apart in flakes,
I've crossed too many waves before, yet I'm stopped by just one lake.
But beneath these waves I've crossed
And beneath the vines and kelp;
If there's one word I need to find:
It's that I need your help.
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Walking Into Black
PoetryDon't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you tr...
