We feared you, and hoped you gone
You selfish spirit
And yet we sailors find ourselves
capsized and breathing with heads below water
I purge myself of your tendrils,
the ones I thought I could tame and teach to caress my need for a home I could hold
And he remains tightly wound to driftwood by lurking tether and unwavering loyalty
We both have our affliction to the beast
We both believed him to be our friend
What we forgot is that beasts like him do not make friends
Instead meet those unwilling to name him enemy
And what I forgot is that the beast does not know the dance of the leatherback turtle
Only answers the unheeded call of the siren and her seemingly warm waters
In the end we both drown and even the beast is eaten alive
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PoetryThis is a digital copy of my physical poetry and prose journal. While it is meant simply to be a backup, I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading what you find in here! This journal goes back almost two years now so I hope I have improved, and I thin...
