Deep within the far off misty glade,
There lies a poetician.
Watching over the withering waves,
With haste he makes decision.
The blowing wind dances on his skin,
A reminder of his past.
A reminder which will surely prove,
Not ever to be his last.
The sun it shines across the water,
A deep burning in his soul.
His guarded time no longer his own,
His hard lifetime takes its toll.
But the poetician does not fear,
For he is a brave young man.
Breaks his back to earn his daily bread,
Getting out will be his plan.
Though he lives happily on his own,
His mind he cannot escape.
The loss is too big to overcome,
Now his life he must reshape.
An imaginative trip he takes,
Through the hallways of his mind.
Battling dragons and using swords,
Through the corridors he does now wind.
Into the forest of a deep green,
Surrounded by all the leaves.
He looks around as they all close in,
The rowdiest bunch of thieves.
All of a sudden he's on a ship,
The control now in his hands.
For he's the one that they call Captain,
And it's them that he commands.
The poetician opens his eyes,
Remembering where he is.
He gazes over the golden sand,
Of a land that is now his.
For now his parole has reached its end;
His imprisonment is done.
He'll write the greatest ever novel;
The plot will be next to none.
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Cosmos
PoetryMy third poetry book; inspired by a mixture of love and hate, and developed around the sole basis of the cosmos, which without, we would not exist. *All work is my own*
