My Dichotomic State Poem by Demontray Lockhart

The pain in my chest won't rest
Like the knock from my landlord.
It is relentless. Shipmen release
Their sails for endless journeys.

And I am in opposition with destiny.
What am I destined to be if not me?
Evolution seasons us up with its Spring.
As we remain down without springs.

Until we're summoned by summer's heat
That compels us to our feet. Marching
Wherever the compass points - north -
Where winter speaks so feverishly.

The cold sets in in a wicked wisp.
You are sea sick without reason
As the temperature and weather fall.
It leaves you in an autumn fall.