Chagrin
I am back.
I came home.
I came home
a conquered man.
Take me back,
The vacant town.
A strayed seabird,
Feeble,
It must repose,
Done charting now,
Its long and torpid shores.
I am back,
indignant melodies,
In the drifting winds,
They moan.
I have returned,
Bearing me still.
Abandoned her
By the chilling river
and derelict mill.
A hermit,
A ghostly shadow,
Barely I know,
My distant fading name.
Loud cries
in her eye,
The dusky storm,
Did not hatch alright.
Silent and I thought,
They fetched me
a lustrous light.
Oh!
What have I reaped?
A smashed memory lane,
Lancination and pain.
Can someone hear me now?
Hiding demons,
Retired goddesses!
Don't slight me now?
Guide them violent waves,
Assault this boat.
Rain mighty thunders,
If you dare?
Wreak me whole,
I don't really care.
Am back I bear,
A lorn
this injured soul.
Shy to reveal
my lazy story.
A story,
With no descent end.
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