Life's Umbilical Ink, (Love Letters Written By A Lady Of Renown) - Poem by Captain Cur
Mon Amant De La Mer,
I am bound by the tendrils of remorse
that slowly choke and putrefy my speech;
I shy from the weariness of discourse
with this cold heartless man I lie beneath.
Hear me behind the breath of my clenched teeth,
endeared to you, the one that I crave most;
within the anthologies of our verse
words imbibed from life's umbilical ink,
some that burden me, others breed new hope,
in your wilderness of world both of us stay lost.
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