Don't really want to write when I'm like this
Or do I?
Temper short - should be mission abort - facing ennui.
Dark waves to consume me but it's about sharing the weight.
Finding some balance, get some shit off my plate.
And as the waves roll in I feel her seething with hate.
Gotta set her straight. Rage and anger can seal your fate.
Passion, inaction, worries cast out to see.
Eels, octopus and tiger fish all were sent back to me.
New ways to help me, sea. How to be free. Said it was pretty easy.
So who stands in the way. A dead fish flapping its gills with too much to say. Hesitation,
Questioning, doubts, insolence all getting in the way. Dancing with power plays.
Wade the water or making waves.
Making the flares behave.
Before the end of my days.
~Ruby L.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 5th, 2024 00:47
- Comment from author about the poem: 08.2023.09
- Category: Reflection
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Temper short - should be mission abort
New ways to help me, sea. How to be free.
It was a beautiful read.
Thank you!
All feelings brought to life by your pen have a way of reaching those who may not know how to cope or the meaning behind them. Your writing has a way of helping and healing others!
That's so nice to hear! It's such a blessing to help another.
Thank you!
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