Aimless,
She sits sequestered horizontally
Against currents of mindless winds-
Her apathy uncontested
By neither man nor wicked thing.
Flightless,
She flutters hopelessly
On glass wings,
Helplessly
Frail
Are the fragile little things
That hold her head up
Above the towering sea chains-
Her lungs' heavy breaths
Dull her spirit's grin
And all her numbered days
Tick away without a sound-
Engulfed by the ocean's deep breath-
Beneath insanity's serenity-
She drowns.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
Aimless,
She sits sequestered horizontally
Against currents of mindless winds-
Her apathy uncontested
By neither man nor wicked thing.
Flightless,
She flutters hopelessly
On glass wings,
Helplessly
Frail
Are the fragile little things
That hold her head up
Above the towering sea chains-
Her lungs' heavy breaths
Dull her spirit's grin
And all her numbered days
Tick away without a sound-
Engulfed by the ocean's deep breath-
Beneath insanity's serenity-
She drowns.
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