(un) Fair Mistress Poem by Xavier Larracuente

(un) Fair Mistress



Where are you fair mistress?
Guider through valleys of death,
Shining light to my day.
Why have I lost you?
No,
Why are not ever-present,
As fickle as the winds themselves,
Your tide is destructive,
And with each passing,
I,
A solitary stone,
Weather away into dust.

Sunday, December 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: anxiety
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