Feather above the other shore
Gliding through an endless sea of crimson
Drifting, twirling, circling lone feather
Unable to fly, unable to land
An empty puppet, nothing but a will
A wingless bird, a finless fish, a lamb,
Pathetic and weak, nothing but a prey
Webs of a bloodshot red, crawling spiders
Thin claws reaching to me, deadly beauty
A single voice whispering "Come to me"
Yet I cannot go, yet I cannot leave,
As I fall lower into the ocean,
A gulf of wind lifts me away from it
Drifting further away, or do I stay
The same soil of a vivid red remains
Yet I cannot go, yet I cannot leave,
Is this the end? Is this the begining?
Only waiting out the eternity
Hoping or fearing, running or static
The thread can't be cut, just breaks when it breaks.
~Miss Limbo/Rin
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Poems
PoetryPoems Pieces of my feelings written down As a way to wait away the time Of a meaningless yet still precious Existence.
