The Voyage
She sailed on the rift of her jagged heart
Soul sails torn apart
Crushing blows of despair
Dreamlike wings fight tempest air
Deep within her maelstrom core
Riptide loose her ever so
Pulling and twisting her very soul
Stranded on barren soil
She sailed to her very edge
Upon a vessel of regret
Stranded fighting for survival
Her inner demons her only rival
She stands upon memories ash
Witnessing her spirit crash
Beneath the pit of her bottomless sea
Her core erupts and bleeds
Upon her spine linked wounded soul
Loneliness begins to crawl
Hope eluded in winds of time
Cold earth scented mold
She buried her love forever to hold
Seeded Faith she yearns to grow
Answered by a crying crow.
( Crow Cries)
Copyright © Markus Fleischmann | Year Posted 2016
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