Key

All I gotta do
Is die
For those wings
To set
And fly
Skirt
The lows of time
Before I am asked
Again
To dine
And 
If I were
An Albatross
Sailors of yore
Would call
And point
Smile upon my path
Rejoice
In the omen
Of my presence
Before
The wind picks up
And I 
Fade
Into cloud an time
Where we are
But memories
Imprinted upon
A verse
That slowly spins
Around
That void
Death
You are not
My curse
Just my jailers 
Key
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November 9, 2020 at 9:01 AM
Deep poem Dominic, and it could have so many meanings.. I hope you can break free.
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November 11, 2020 at 11:50 PM
I am glad you see more than one meaning, which is the effect i was looking for. The poem isn't about me. Some times i am presented with just one line , in this case the opening line and after that, on meditating the lines just flow. Sometimes it works well. Others not so well. But i try, to get an emotional response. Thanks for your comment. Kind regards and happy writing.
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