Siren's Call Poem by Seer Garth
Siren's Call
Slugging down in lead filled boots,
There's nothing left inside but meat.
I thrashed myself to crumbled bits
Of dirty wants, dead nimble dreams.
Yet, listen to the siren's song...
How complete.
Maybe it's a place where I can sit
And rest my thrashed bloody feet.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death,dream,ephemeral,life and death,temptation
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