Orphaning Winds
Changing with each season,
voices come and go
what’s lost undreamed, ourselves demeaned,
in search of the unknown
Naked and left wanting,
fortune sires myth
impregnating its mystery
—with tales of the abyss
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.