When I am not enough
I look for you in little things
I seek your bits and pieces
To fill the emptiness within
These voids they rise
Bottomless
pits of insanity
Engulfed
in drops of sophistry
Stretching
to the ends of infinity
Why do I sink
In the quicksand
Of seething ink?
Let me stand
On the edges of your fire
Singe
in the wetness of desire
Stay
Till I burn
Till I soot
Till I smoke
Till I puff
Till I finally become
Enough
© Manic Sylph 2015
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Drops In My Ocean
PoetryThe rapturous drops of my heart fall as poetry into the ocean of my infinite soul. I gather my ocean into each drop, to quench the thirst of questing spirits that wander into my world....
