This sea.

Now is it something

Isnt it

To be inspired by your demise

These eyes laid on me by surpise

This darkness at sea

Refusing to let me go

An unwillingness to be, of its own

As my crown struck of bones

All these lethal sins

Pitching in to fork–a once comforting state

Of mine

A power wished to be washed away with

This mankind

Questioning with force to weaken me

Is it something

–isnt it

To stand sailing these sures around

As all these see’s saw what terribly found



A rather to be floating–somewhere yet , here

Isnt it something

–Is it–

overwhelming to be, within this sea

Seeing nothing but these mirrors that rain and blow away to drain–

This life of me;

Unwilling to think any less of the purpose

These storms aggravating my stay for a better–lacking of word, worthless

My depiction

Failing to mention , this something

A life of me

Waving through these minds as times gotten away from me

Isnt it dangerous to- Be

Now isnt that something?

A shifting thats still to question

All of its meaning

Forcing to stay–with me

As a way–to have a way with,

This sea.

I am so unafraid that its still threatening me

–i am;

(let that be a threat to me)

Mitchell.Tierra (AE)

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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