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Anchor ©2017 Jonathan Parker-Bryant I am tethered to an anchor. The tide rises and he holds me fast, Grinning as the waters rise And soon I must drown. Through the dark sea, a light. A hand reaching through the waves. To save me. To save me. The anchor strikes out Whispering lies, hoping to foster doubt To drive the hand away. So the anchor can keep me to itself Even drowned and dead. How can I escape? To be with love and hope I must free myself or perish The anchor desires death and cold oblivion I yearn for life and warmth. In your arms, free Free from the anchor’s embrace.
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
Anchor
Anchor ©2017 Jonathan Parker-Bryant I am tethered to an anchor. The tide rises and he holds me fast, Grinning as the waters rise And soon I must drown. Through the dark sea, a light. A hand reaching through the waves. To save me. To save me. The anchor strikes out Whispering lies, hoping to foster doubt To drive the hand away. So the anchor can keep me to itself Even drowned and dead. How can I escape? To be with love and hope I must free myself or perish The anchor desires death and cold oblivion I yearn for life and warmth. In your arms, free Free from the anchor’s embrace.
Relationships change and sometimes escaping them is harder than one imagines. And the water rises. . . .
#broken#romance#dying#love
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
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