A poem i wrote

[Guest Mesqualero]

What is this sea?

A twisting, glaring anemone.

Of all that we could be

Awash with our pride.

Amassing unreason

We see nothing ahead.

nor behind but the cries of the dead

Reminding us to be alive...

And try hard as we might

the futility of conciousness

restrained with ideals imposed

shackles and confines the soul

and depression reigns.

And monetary gains

overrule the loss of self.

The spark is slowly dying

the seasons restful sighing

Arms of the earth return

The lost to their nest

in a crushing embrace of forgetfulness

the end

copywrite and all that jazz to me

[Happas]

cool poem

i like

[Guest Mesqualero]

thanks happas