Left by the wayside for eternity,
just dust within the footprints of
time, which will one day be swept
away by the changing winds of time.
Waves that crest, crash down upon
mine flesh ...
... searing pain as if acid upon their touch.
Thy soul still caresses mine in the darkness,
yet thy harbour is closed, thus leaving this
raft no place to dock.
There are no shores of safety for mine heart.
The tempest is upon me, raging fully and wishing
to cast me down into the depths of Hell's waiting
grasp. Thy ears cannot hear these screams of
terror as the winds buffet mine skin incessantly.
For thou art the one who cast me aside, set
me adrift in this sea of madness that now seems
to overwhelm me. I am consumed by the cresting
waves as they pound mine body as if I were
merely sand upon the shore.
Who knew the Wright's had a trunk full of hidden family secrets? Searching for treasure and hidden family secrets is one way to fuel the flames of passion.
surely the sea of madness, thou will calm over time.
peace
'Mine soul aches for the
freedom from thy caress'
Soulfelt and heart wrenching. A lovely write!
Antoinette