Tied To The Mast

Don't listen to the song
They'll have you thinking wrong
Just go your way
And never say
You gave in to the throng

I lift my pen to write
But cannot stand the sight
The words a mess
I did my best
But can't tell right from wrong

The thing that I must do
Is ask you to be true
And tie me to
In every hue
The mast I must pursue

Now turn my head away
And let the music play
I do not care
I told you where
I've nothing left to say

I've written much the time
Through sirens shrieking rhyme
Reprove me if
I break these bonds
That hold me so entwine

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maggyvaneijk | August 2, 2011 - 13:20

there are some stunning moments in this piece and your images are wonderful: sirens shrieking rhyme, love it.