Spinning Out of Control In the Desert
Saved from the fire's lips
by the sound from their own,
like a lonely jellyfish,
alone and never to sting.
All water, no form,
pointless.
I'll take care of the past
and keep looking for that future.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
