I have found a new chamber to explore,
Which has turned my siren song inward.
The unfamiliar song will lead me onto the foggy shore,
perhaps, I will crash against the jagged rocks.
***
Before we part ways, I found it upon my good intentions,
although,
regardless of obligations, I gleefully oblige.
I renounce you.
***
My wisdom is speaking to your untamed curiosity.
Beware of drawing the line in the sand,
Too soon, and you’ll announce a test,
too late, and you’ll renounce a testimony.
***
Exploring the themes in this piece has been a fascinating journey, and I hope my words have left you with something to ponder. As always, thank you for reading, and I look forward to sharing more of my writing with you in the future.
About the Creator
House September
We’ll play with each other’s broken hearts. Let us exchange our pieces like trading cards.
I’m too bored to notice, and you are too high to notice the air beneath your feet.
I have poems to share.
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