Siren Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Siren, she beckons
With enchanting ballads
Only heard by me
From the deepest darkest
Depths of the sea


Songstress, voice of many possibilities
Leading this mind astray
Crashing through her nomadic waves
Drowning in these ambitions
Clueless in all of these impossibilities


Heart sunken
Tides of emotions crashing
Through this deserted island of rea
Conjured by all of these deceiving dreams


Siren, she is hidden
Yet, through these dreams
She still calls me


Her songs lamented dirges
Shipwrecked
She is gone
And so are these dreams

She doesn't even know what she has done
But why does it have to be a residual
That keeps on haunting all of these dreams?


Siren, I am lost
What have you done to me?


Siren, she keeps haunting me
The ghost of love
Ever so deadly


What have you done?
Please, set these thoughts free


Am I but a ghost of love?
A hopeless romantic
Lost in the emotional seas


Siren, I am now stuck
In the haunting of these empty dreams


Siren, why do you keep torturing me?
What have I ever done to you?



My fate lies
With your heartbeats

I am stuck
Deep within your own personal Purgatory


Siren, what have I done?