I’ve Lost My Compass to Bear Through the Straights

Posted: November 29, 2012 in Poetry

Loose,

Are the ends;

Of the ties,

That we found.

Truth,

Becomes scarce,

The further,

We abscond.

 

Sailing,

With no wind;

Can’t begin,

Without fare.

Drifting,

And just past,

The dead last,

In nowhere.

 

Laughing,

Stale crying;

Just passing,

Empty times.

Dying,

For more life,

As we vie,

With these rhymes.

 

Birds,

When we fly;

Staying high,

Levitate.

Herds,

As we pair,

Just to bear,

Through the straights.

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