Searching the universe aimlessly
Finding the focal point - which sucks you within the center of it's gravity
Wanting nothing more than to be taken within, to reside forever within a universe that's not your own
It's not meant to be
Time passes, the universe re-centers within your own gravity
Once more learning not to desire the other world, to forget it was there at all
- Cause if you didn't, it would have dragged you so deep within yourself that you'd forget who you really are
But then, a turning
It returns
It's staring you in the face telling you to make sense of it
All it once, inevitability shows right up at your doorstep
How can someone not make sense, and make all the sense in the world?
YOU ARE READING
The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
