I am a boy
Of 23
Not young not old
Simply discreet
I would hold,
The page and pen
Time has told,
There is an end,
Where I wake,
I shall sleep,
Until the day,
The Lord takes me,
I will write,
And I shall speak,
I'm not afraid,
I live free.
Thoughtless is the tideless ocean,
Reaping sewn threads with quiver and quill,
Letting endless hours pass in motion,
Staring down a street with no will,
...
For so long I have yearned,
To bay at the full moon at night,
To my dismay I’ve learned,
It’s just a figment of my mind,
...
My love for thee is lost astray,
For reasons unbeknownst to most,
For the way in which I would desire,
Would needn’t be the warmly fire,
...
I’ve been told before,
Calm and twisted is desire,
I do believe,
that the world will fall to fire,
...
As beast in the woods with fur and with fang,
Hunting in pack, together again,
The meal that hunts us is hunted the same,
We starve with the moon which does not remain,
...