There dwells a righteous anger,
In the heart of every poet.
Let no man make a wager,
That will lead him to his fall.
Deep souls are a danger!
Be careful, dare the words ye read,
Become thy epitaph,
Above an early grave which reads:
“Oh dear, ye fell too deep…
Thy former self concedes.”
Pray to God on bended knees,
That the depth and violence of the waves,
Will not drag ye down into the seas,
Or the melody of the siren’s song:
Enchant, and thy soul seize.
Make thy choice and sail on,
Or to the land lay claim.
We all must choose to journey on.
Explore or stay the path.
Live life before it’s gone.
Ah, the poet will ever sail,
On a sea of righteous anger;
Searching for another tale,
Of the ocean’s phantom depths,
And lost souls at sea which wail…
To be heard and live again,
And the waters open wide,
Revealing the restless pen,
Which writes upon the weary bones,
Of the Ancient Mariner’s men.
Beware the depths, young sailor!
Many have sailed these seas,
Only to find themselves on the shore,
Of their own mortality…
Enraged forevermore!
For there dwells a righteous anger,
In the heart of every poet.
Let no man make a wager,
That will lead him to his fall.
Deep souls are a danger!
K. Aldaya, 4/6/16
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