I am enisled in my own home,
Surrounded by an icy ocean
Where I am only frozen,
The sun is drifting away
A raft in this everlasting sea
Almost a flickering candle wick from here
I am a bird but this sky is endless
A soup of fog and clouds and darkness
The sun just a mole on a crestfallen face
I stay on this island, the music of the waves
Lulling me to sleep, isolated from the hate
In the safest haven I could find.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
