PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

So to find

A name

Wash a way to get

Away

From all

The remained once

Has changed



Over tidal sands saved

Which I fish for

Grams of crystallized

Trust by hand



I must

I might



One night

Walking through the strict

Flames of another day

Fire my deep shame



Silent despair

Crying iron chains

Unsettled minds with

Magical touches cured fine



Cruel arsenic

Make believed tales

I find, I could

Could have been mine



Outer waves

Cut through

Membranes I've

Kept safe



And codes can be seen

Blown away

Written in salt

Auto self clean

This life

I've been given