Past
Let the Past be Prudent –
But never Anymore –
Lest she lead you to your Grave –
Before you reach the Shore –
I know the sickly Siren sings
And Mocks upon an Ear –
She sings only for Hunger’s sake –
Show pity to the Dear –
Let a sure Horizon Lead –
Allow the Ship to Quake –
And every Lighthouse quell it Through –
As though a Tourniquet
Copyright © Eleanor Lark | Year Posted 2023
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