Troubling Journey
Brilliantly on you own
comprehensibly lost within another day
Cursed by blind fate to lose all that is dear
A military man at sea for over 120 months
Post-traumatic loss
Greed turning his peers into pitiful swine
No choice but to make a great sacrifice and honour
Lost a year being in love with a dangerous remedy
I broke my mothers heart
When I had given my heart and loyalty to country
I missed her last breath and received her final warning
Beware the touch of a femme fatale in the shadows
For she shall sing
A song to seduce men into the dangers of beckoning rocks
We must sometimes tie ourselves to the mast to remain
Some must have trust in those while being willfully blind
Then we lost
caught at sea, the guns blazing as the sun was rising
I knew we shouldn't have taunted fate with arrogant banter
Some hunts are never worth taking as I brutishly interpreted
Morphemically simple
I lost myself into an old love who become my femme fatale
Seven years unrecoverable on the island that was within
Inexplicably disoriented with the knowledge I singularly survived
Unpretentiously vague
Every overseer must revert himself to an apostle in order to lead himself
I learned to let myself go and to be revived by those that I once loved
It seems you can tell a path a man walks by looking closely at his soles
Dejectedly suited
Only way to remind her of that olive tree planted in our beating hearts
was to remind her why she adamantly rejected those bustling suitors
That she tore their hearts with the arrows of her youth for a reason
The Vengeful dreams
If only those Images could be freed from my over stimulated cranium
Post Traumatic stress disorder is always in-order when I fall asleep
Deus Ex machina. why does it only exist in the greek tragedies?
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