Seisku.

It’s a thing that I,

am unable to reign in…

this controlled substance.

 

A big dream that I,

turned tables to fit into…

singular instance.

 

Compelled by the skies,

I’m formerly an eagle…

eyeing my justice.

 

Wings that don’t quite fly,

eating scraps with the seagulls…

buried my cutlass.

 

It’s something that I,

will not default to again…

authentic semblance.

 

A thorn in my side,

an erroneous emblem…

demolished remnants.

 

One thought on “Seisku.

  1. Phenomenal piece of art

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