Out of the sea you rise, fierce with the atrocities of day,
You rage till you have burnt the gentle shadows.
Give me a darkened corner, give me a place to hide,
Give me strength enough that I may turn the tide of your straight lances;
Those which pierce and sear.
Carcinogenic love you give.
And if I chose to live
And chase you until I stand at my start,
You rise again behind me.
Governing life through misinterpreted time.
We give not this love to her with a kinder face,
Who you chase with your light
For she is following us
And gives me my dark corners,
That I may tend my burns in peace.
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Free spirited but grounded, living in the UK, I write for myself, but enjoy sharing with like minded people. I hope you enjoy. All my work is original unless otherwise stated.
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