midnight’s water

 

 

moon’s light sparkled and lit the tips of  midnight’s water

and yet darkness came and swallowed my sight

i found myself  sailing on the ocean of  hypocrisy

and in the rough waters i charge forward –

in a ship made of  strength – i find many starboard holes

i was left alone by a mutinied following

and there,  right where i was left –

i was drowning ,  long before i could leave lands shore.

a captain and his ship, led by his fooled soul  –  that is i

this civil war will always battle on well within ourselves

if the person who you are continues to fight with the person you  think you are

where is the freedom if one lives in an invisible cage of demons

this civil war will always battle on well within ourselves

if the person who you are continues to fight with the person you  think you are

where is the freedom if one lives in an invisible cage of demons –

moon’s light sparkled and lit the tips of midnight’s water

and yet darkness came and swallowed my sight

i found myself  sailing on the ocean of  hypocrisy

and in the rough waters i charge forward –

 

c. 2014  bgw

 

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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2 Responses to midnight’s water

  1. I like your writing, so I’ve nominated you for a Liebster Award. It’s a bit like chain mail, but if you’re interested in checking it out, you can do so here: https://vividlyvicarious.wordpress.com/2014/08/11/liebster-award/.

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