Not in some tower, somewhere
locked tight is she, but here
under blood and bone.
She rages like ocean tides
on the chiseled edges of me
that poorly attempt to contain her.
Be still, I plead
I’m trying to be logical,
yet still she storms.
It’s candid to say that
even I am afraid
her force will conquer me.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
Not in some tower, somewhere
locked tight is she, but here
under blood and bone.
She rages like ocean tides
on the chiseled edges of me
that poorly attempt to contain her.
Be still, I plead
I’m trying to be logical,
yet still she storms.
It’s candid to say that
even I am afraid
her force will conquer me.
