Trail my Sole
I followed that trail
my underbelly led it to a rock
Semi Submerged in seasick emotional flotsam invading my inner core.
What to expect?
Great waves crashing down all rage.
Great waves licking at my ignorance.
These once still waters bleaches out the silent promise of a future sapling tree.
Astrology serfs over destined seed in future sprout.
A reveller over imbibed on a sea of nostalgia
Caught up in the ebb of the past
Questioning this quest within.
Shirk off Encouragement’s reflection of this monstrosity.
The seeker detracts all light
Preventing it from bursting out into a blooming melody of melancholy.
Hushed by the primal scream of inflammation.
Unravel this life – its pathetic parody.
Self-doubt over spills
I see Antarctica.
It isn’t sole Lee fish from the Abyss leading ours to a final resting place.
It’s all about
Pronunciation vows clear
Lee clueless to his commitment.
Postering frigid between two sparring states
Hell is bitterly encrusted under layers of hot ice.
This Casual Tee
I got caught in the middle of a fight or flee.
Its position caught in the middle of stagnating breathe
Overhead speech bubbles crystallise an outline of security.
*To be continued…