Poems
Systema Simulatum - 6
I wade into the water, no boat in sight,
Perhaps the sea holds the key to this mess,
Like the wall in the west, a barrier to fight,
Slowly I learn to swim determined to progress.
Fighting the liquid I venture out with might,
Expecting a wall, but finding only endless blue.
Tired, I turn back, the shore still in my view,
But I sink into darkness, my strength not quite right.
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Thursday May 2, 2024