Esylium

MojoFreewrite

Air fills my lungs as if I have to live 

Dead inside and out the day I was born 

Who was I again? 

A stranger from a distance echoes my name 

A name which I had long forgotten 

The wind whispers but I can no longer hear 

A friend perhaps? 

An ocean away yet I felt his grip on the top of my skin 

I shouted with no voice 

Silence fills the air 

A void devours the sound around me 

But the vibration on my feet tells me someone is near

A friend perhaps? 

Her eyes distorted 

A cold yet familiar hand takes a hold of her 

A psychopomp maybe?

It guided her soul through Oceanus 

The frigid waves who washed ships ashore bowed to her 

Esylium is near ... 

  • Author: Life’sEmotions (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 5th, 2018 19:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: Eutopia a dream, a fantasy. But, how does one achieve without great sacrifice.(A different take on my writing, trying something new)
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  • Crystal Hope

    your poem is so magnificent , Well done.



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