The Storm
I give up. I’ll let it go.
Mourn the death of lovely hope.
I loved you, you know.
There’s an itch behind my eyes
I can’t destroy or describe.
Blind me, bind me, send me to sea.
Just an awful itch and the fish for me,
Building a place where I can be.
Just be. And sweat out the storm
That’s growing in me
And threatens to swamp my city,
The populace dead by drowning.
"What do you need?"
What do I need, I thought,
And cursed the world necessity’s wrought.
Oh God, I wish I knew.
I wish I could just choose.
But I guess I’ll just greet today
Until I can blindly sail away.
I wish i knew x
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