AnchorsA Poem by Tai RyensDrowning, except without the dying . . .I would cross oceans for you; which I did regarding the cuts blistering my aching palms from the miles I held onto your chain; swiftly following in pursuit of your ship {which so recently has anchored its stay in my splintered soul; frightening away piranhas that so often have devoured the angelfish who dare to bask in corroding gardens of coral long rotten by the darkness in my soul}
Ironically; you pulled me by anchor through seas of my own tears; jetting me through thrashing tsunamis formulated by tornadoes shredding my innards; whipping rain through bloodshot eyes {in addition, I gaped and smiled as you got drunk off scarlet gashes on my wrists} © 2012 Tai RyensAuthor's Note
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