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I'm an old soul trapped in a new school world. The struggle to find balance in the world where everyone's idea of balance is so different & unique. Striving to find a medium...
You Failed To See It Through
You Failed To See It Through By: Micah Mora You failed to see it through, So certain it be truth, To hide your heart, With hands abreast, In hopes I'd give it rest. You failed to see it through, Told me skies aren't always blue, Though stern you said, "This love must end; Was all pretend." Alas, I still love you.
Dust Returned to the Sea By Micah Mora
I don't know how I conceived this poem, but I did. I must admit it was dark even for me, but if there's one thing that I always follow is letting my writing write itself. Sometimes when we write we can only there truly and freely express our own feelings those both openly shown and deeply hidden. There's a conflict to find peace. Did I ever find it? That is for you to decide.
Dust Returned to the Sea
By Micah Mora
I never carried my heart to near.
Afraid to let go,
I punctured it the best way I could.
On display;
So bold;
At the end of my spear.
Walked trails,
Mist spattered; lost and alone.
Blindly I walked.
I’d circumvent the trails.
Better still, to forge my own path.
Better yet, to avoid my rear.
Endless, that the blood
once timeless and pure,
Now wept dry tears of memories
long and old.
My dear, how those words,
Once innocent and sweet,
Beat drums.
Echoing out the shrills of the raven
cold and alone.
Comfort me death!
And give me the peace I long to see.
Walk these miles with me,
Till I’m nothing more,
But dust returned to the sea.
Dust returned to the sky…
To the heavens…
To the stars…
Where I'll finally find peace.
When I'm bored I photograph myself