Today I will sail away
Through dark seas
Out of sterile consciousness
Engulfed in a clouded seascape
Relying on my fragile sails.
Hemmed in by sterile body & mind
Within thousands woes & despair
With no help to cure my maladies
Except myself and the unknown.
Concept upon concept to de-create
Mystifying the inconceivability code
All worldly goods in sour mood
In search of destiny of no abode.
destiny of no abode, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Today I will sail away - thank you for a fresh wind!