Vague and unsettling attempts at poetry
This began as a mushy love sort of thing, but it kind of evolved into an epitaph for my social skills directed at a crush of mine. Oh well. I suppose it came out okay.
High above hill and hole
Water breaks and waves roll
A toss, a turn, a bevy of quake
And all around I feel the world shakeForces clash, winds collide
Turning and burning and bearing wide
A crash, a flash, a flurry of bane
And all around I feel the strainInsomuch as this the world,
so my thought and every word
clash and fire, fight and flame
every word wrought full in painAnd in this so surreptitious state
I try and try to turn the gate
to loose the tide and let the words
flow and ebb like and unto yoursBut I am tied, and in mind bound
for in truth and truthful sound
I am guarded through and through
bound for all and all for you.