Message In a Bottle - Here - John
Our excursion brushed past bashing tides.
An uncharted desert shelter
is where the vessel resides.
Stripped of rhyme and reason;
I behold demons
strumming spiked lyres
yielding me
lonely
here.
Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2011
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