here I sit, shirtless, contemplating
what, I don't know, but here I am
I want to leave
I want to run
I want to escape
I want out,
but I have a duty here to fulfill
a duty to another smaller than me
I am her world
and I could not take her with me
into lands of uncertainty
and so I sit here,
sewing my heart back into my chest
getting pricked by this needle
and tangled up in red thread.
when will it release me?
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)
