Poetry,  Spooky

Anchor

There’s no escaping me.

I’ve loved you forever,

stolen after a unique encounter.

She’s the one,

you board ship with,

yet, I bear your luggage.

Hope for blissful destiny shifts.

In dead of night, envy simmers.

Flowing tears of unbelievable heights.

No time for life vests,

as furious waves, rock and twist.

No time for prayer.

Among drifting debris,

I claim you. Lone survivor.

Shattered spell.

Her soul rests in watery hell.

I give you air.

I give you life.

A creation,

of you and me.

Anchored forever,

this spell is cast.

There’s no escaping me.

Fiction writer. 🌱 Nature lover. Heavy Thinker.

8 Comments

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: