Poem -
Under the Surface
Demons
Yelp
Pick up the phone
I know that you're home
I don`t give a crap
Help
Sticks and the stone
Mind being blown
Give me some slack
Welp
So you're alone?
Mature and you're grown
I know I am trapped
Knelt
Bleeding that slow?
I`m in that zone
Pat on the back
Felt…
You`d never leave me
So let it be seen
I`m just a dream
For parties with us
We don’t need a fuss
And in God we just “Trust”
Cycle.
And from dust
We turn to dust.
The Fish of the Sea.
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Comments
Cleaver writing this is a real beauty.Â
Wow! Thanks Liliana, touched that you liked this one. Peace always, your friend MaxÂ
Love the rhythm you have created here...and the story. Very well done đź‘Źđź‘Źđź‘Ź x
Thanks Tina! Always love to read your comments.Â
Xx
Again: love the flow and how you leave out the 'answers' (to me it feels like one side of a conversation). However: I hope the Soul gathers the dust into a new try at successfull living - cuz I dont want this to be my one shot.
The Goddess be with you
Ahh yes! I do see how you only read the one side of the coin! Open to interpretation definitely. True too, but the unfortunate truth (in my eyes) is that that's the reason we shouldnt waste any second of our lives! Being grateful for what we have and living in the moment. That you for your kind comment John. They always mean so much. Smiles always.
Wow deep
XD, I'm glad you liked it John! Took ages to get the flow on effect. Thanks for reading!Â