Bad Compass

Yorke

Locomotion to location,

destination unspoken, unsought.

But you knew,

who knew.

 

Beneath the opposable

with benefits, a mock assurance.

Finally exposed,

beneath a wing.

 

She is harbinger and harvester,

gnawing, undermining a foundation.

Her self belief,

deathly evident.

 

An induced epiphany,

with drip-feed stealth coercion.

Now, self aware

to purchase life.

 

In permanent daylight,

he assumes solar nourishment.

No longer frantic,

ignorant of her.

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2016 05:12
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  • Tony36

    Wonderfully written poem

    • Yorke

      Thank you very much, I appreciate you reading and replying.

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Augustus

        Subject to interpretation: sometimes the course we set was not the one we hoped for but we learn and correct. Could be a flawed moral compass. Thanks for a stimulating read.

        • Yorke

          Hi, thanks for your reply, this is about the evolution of relationships, how things are if we examine them closely are often very different from our initial perception.

        • Yorke



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