O She!

Surucipe

Questions stream against will,

Always a constant thought.

I don't want to ask anymore,

But on this line I am caught.

 

Enamoured by the feeling,

Hooked by the notion,

Ache for the safety of shore,

Yet left only to solo the ocean.

 

I see glimpses of dry,

They're just lifeless islands.

Call for help I should,

My voice bears nothing but silence.

 

I have only two queries,

And they both regard She.

Answers may draw looming candor.

'When will?'

And simply,

'Who be?'

  • Author: Surucipe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2017 06:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A fine write S. Oohh, you should have sailed round the local duck pond instead. You wouldn't get lost then! heehee.

    • Surucipe

      Aha, thanks O.

    • FredPeyer

      S, well written, well rhymed, and intriguing. Can't ask for anything better.

      • Surucipe

        Thanks Fred, it's appreciated.

      • SerenWise

        Nicely written



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