Anchor
To this world
I can travel
To other Suns
Of Syrious
Make my home
But the strings
Are looped
across my soul
Never letting me go
And my anchor
Is made of bones
Sunk beneath
A graveyard's soil
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Anchor
Anchor
To this world
I can travel
To other Suns
Of Syrious
Make my home
But the strings
Are looped
across my soul
Never letting me go
And my anchor
Is made of bones
Sunk beneath
A graveyard's soil
