The sun is shining its blessing,
Upon our young union.
But a shadow is still here lurking,
My body her communion.
Your skin a winding road map,
to travelers of past,
A vessel with too many passengers
Too little fuel to last.
We lay together in materials,
With uninvited minds.
Still the form of your first lost love,
Holds your mental binds.
You followed the societal script,
Perfectly spoke each line.
But I know you see her phantom,
An alcoholic knows wine.
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
The Gen Z Entrepreneurial Revolution
It is hardly debatable that the world has always been run by a bunch of aging dinosaurs, mostly male, who refuse to allow the younger generation to bring about changes. Politicians and leaders everywhere refuse to release the reigns of creativity and leadership until they are dead or dying. It is time to give the young a chance to revolutionize and change the entire landscape of their existence. Those of us with one foot in the grave, so to speak, should wake up and realize that we are not the ones who will be living in the world in the years to come.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Writers
Comments (1)
“Vessel with too many passengers” 🔥