dip.

dip.

A Poem by witchofthisage

His thoughts have always looked so inviting,

like a cool spring with its surface shining

under the merciless rays of sunlight and heat.


This is the moment I realize that his thoughts

are an ocean. You're free to swim in its edge,

but never stay for too long, and don't leave him there

even though it seems like he'll never drown

because there are sharks lurking everywhere

in the murky waters, monsters of his own creation

that even he isn't safe from.

© 2017 witchofthisage


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A man's mind
like that of a woman's
when it is in high alert mode
it is often restless
needing love
and displaying disdain

really accurate snapshot of such a complex place
very well done

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Tags: prose poem, prose poetry, short, angst, grunge, psychological

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Manila, NCR, Philippines



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