Silenced for acts of rage,
An aloof cage
Surrounds her visage;
She walks, timeless; not of age
Unbound from her inner demons
And lit with a thousand suns-
There she stands, poised on a cliff
(But what if
She falls?)
There she floats, the sea calls
Her its lone drifting mermaid;
There is the sky, that bade
Her a lofty greeting
In the hope of a dawning meeting-
She, shunned by the Gods,
Leaves no footfalls
Unmarked.
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Lost Tides
PoesíaThe few best out of 124 poems, all written from the age of eleven to now.
