Feb 2020
Breaking free from the line
I had formed in my mind,
I ran all the way to your door.
"It's been years," you proclaimed
as old passions inflamed.
"My dear, any port in a storm."
I had formed in my mind,
I ran all the way to your door.
"It's been years," you proclaimed
as old passions inflamed.
"My dear, any port in a storm."
In this case, "line" refers to a battle formation, such as soldiers on the front "line." In the context of this poem, the narrator is at war with a figment of his own mind.
(27/M/U.S.)
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