Perpetual Solace Poem by alex manzanares

perpetual movment
searching for the lost
the feeling of solitude
flows through my veins
a crimson tide
solice.

prying a jaded man
slighted
preying on a tourtured mind
solace.

a crimson tide of
perpetual movement
searching
beyond a twisted path

the wind fills your sails
floatind towards a calm turbulent sea
with an anchor in tow
a life filled with promise
mends a tattered sail

but holds on strong
you will prevail
release yourself
and your anchor free

let the wind blow
to fill your sail
and set you
free