Echoes Of The Silent Shore
Compelled to discretion
I've sworn my last vow
Such chaotic intensity
As a slow, high pitched growl
To quiet this strangled obsession
My home is now fleeting away
Worn through a vagrant immensity
My heart holds the sweat of my brow
Oh, what without this everlasting
Would the will of my last request say
Such a pondery of emotional lashing
Would solidarity even be gray
When lonliness feels like a party
I think that it's time to digress
I feel so awful to be parting
Tho these hearts, they were said to be blessed.
Copyright © ROBERT ENGLE | Year Posted 2025
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