By Marquis Green
And wonder just in a moment,
If this memory will fade away like the ocean’s tide,
Or if it will burn itself in like ink on a page.
Only renewal can replace what you’ve written.
This ship is starting to rock further and further to the sides,
And my choices towards this love is what I cannot abide,
I am the whaler, stuck with stupid notions of misguided decisions,
Thinking that as long as I keep this world safe, it does not matter whether I die or
Reckless want for the love these books have kept alive,
We are all victims of a passionate lust, it seems human nature.
What a thriving way to survive.
Such a wavering resolve to know what it is like to be responsible for what my father
left me with,
I never knew what your mother sounded like, and I mirrored that missing voice in my
I do not wish to say goodbye.
My own chapter must continue to tell a story of unending desire,
The depths of deaths deprive my dispossession and leave me defined as a lost soul,
definitely destroyed by the decades of wonder at why I wasn’t good enough to be a man
to my son.
Genesis...where have you gone?
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