Forsaken Soul Poem by Evgeniy Filimonov

Forsaken Soul



In this moment I am drying myself,
I made my home in the sea.
Of peril I knew nothing.
I gasped,
A murmur.
Subdued in pastures of azure,
cloaked from the heavens,
amongst the sands I am now found
Body broken in slivers,
drenched still.
No shrouds but veils.
Living testament to our fears.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: allegory,death,failure
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Written in 2013.
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