are you ready for the end now,
you have already settled me nicely inside your flaming soul,
but yet you have not seen the blue waves raging
against the confining walls of my own one,
are you ready to breathe in the salty air,
are you ready to get inside and stand still facing the stormy sea,
are you ready to drown?
-the architect
YOU ARE READING
The fall of a poet's soul
Poetryshades of melancholy, pastel sunlight and mindful devotion.
