Treasure Island

Aaron Lynn

(7/13/94 / Evansville IN)

Siren's Song


Alone, he ponders day and night
On a world no one can see.
So should he only blame himself
For his deluded miseries?

As the world around him flattens out
And all seems less than bleak.
The colors vanish from his eyes
All throughout his losing streak.

Though he's endured many foiled hands,
He's anything but strong.
As he still inclines his yearning ear
To every siren's song.

And once he feels empowered,
Once he hears that siren sing,
That allure proves to be fatal
When he falls without his wings.

Submitted: Sunday, August 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 05, 2013
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