us
us
us.
can't let to the wind, what's been imprisoned
in my lungs, let the tide pass
rise to the surface, eyes of gold, lungs of brine
desperate lungs, destined to drown
fleeting across my lip; it's always us.
there u linger
but where am i?
/
i am but where
u choose to linger
it's always 'us', fleeting across my lip
destined to drown in desperate lungs
lungs of brine, yet still golden; i rise to the surface
let the tide pass, in my lungs
what's been imprisoned, i can't let to the wind:
us
us
us.
/
yet dams grow tall only 'fore they fall
waves keep ringing 'till the bricks give out
but sweep in, oh fine weeping thorn
bathe the page in sickly sweet tears
steel from fire, brine to ink:
ink; blue as night, black as a diamond
flammable
for the pen is mightier than the crown.
YOU ARE READING
cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020
