Concede to
the Seas
by Mike Pollock
It’s
deliberate, these words they slip
Like the
tattered sails of a sinking ship
An ocean, emotion,
it opens wide
Swallows
whole, the notion of my stormy pride
A golden
veil of made up lies
Conspires,
derives, in hiccupped ties
Desperate to
let it take the reigns
Dents and
scrapes mask these deeper pains
In subdued hues
of green and blue
Foggy edges
blur the line between truths
I’ve seen
the scene before me once before
In a time of
mythos, and brimming with lore
Awake,
awake! I hear myself scream
Chords of
metal seem to resist the dream
Awake,
awake! And my hands are free
A storm is
broken, I can finally breath.
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