The world, I wish, was mine to save,
And you, my love to cradle,
But day by day you waste away,
And here I sit unable.
Enamored with enigma,
Mesmerized by mystery,
Is it the great unknown
That makes my heart so blistery?
Lord, let me out this labyrinth,
And make me much more wise,
For my heart is a fickle thing,
A time bomb in disguise.
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In My Mind's Eye
PoetryIf life is but a dream, I will never achieve lucidity. #6 in Poetry (2/14/2022) Runner-Up in the Metaphorically Spoken category of the Summer Sun Awards, 2016 Cover by Seth Yurchisin (IG: @sjyurchisin Note that none of th...
