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And So I Soar

And So I Soar

A Poem by Michael Iam Bone
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This poem is an artistic expression of the struggle of false hopes and dreams.

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Ashed ground, cold and hot, sows only badness

And thorns for all who reap its fruits of dust

And coal. The sea, breathing thunder and gust,

Aids sirens who sing whispers of madness

At sailors of the Silent Knight’s sadness.


And yet rejoice! For paradise lies just

Above the clouds, void of sirens’ blood lust

And rotten fruits; there is only gladness.

And so I soar, leaving behind the pain

And suffering that was in me so rife.


As I watch the clouds white as winter rain,

A wish to never wake from this new life

Always sits in the recess of my brain;

Asking, wondering: why is this my strife?

© 2017 Michael Iam Bone


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Added on October 16, 2016
Last Updated on February 9, 2017
Tags: sad, depression, poetry, poem, dream, sea, winter, cloud, Rhyme, Coal, Siren, Knight, Thunder, Paradise, Brain, Sleep, Illusion, Hope, Despair

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Michael Iam Bone
Michael Iam Bone

Altoona, IA



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I am a writer, and I currently write mostly poetry. I hope to expand and do more later on to improve my craft and have more material to share with others. I would be glad to receive any input or advic.. more..

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