I.
Like birds that venture out
To seek and join the clans
that move with rhyme
Souls that hunt its
Mind, a prey of personality
doth mad
II.
Circles bound by blood
and Hand,
Mouths that speak
Loud, clear and wise
Far from the babble
in seething dumb
Or in the comfort
just rogue and cold
III.
Snow's my cover
and Sheets are puddle
In this zone it lives
If winter may, he'll fail
One step away he goes
a land unknown
IV.
He wanders, still wet
from the ground
A duck that rose
to and away from the pond
Cavern of wolves let him
be Damned,
yet like a guest
most open arms
He's small
yet wonders if
he Fits
He's bright
yet wonders
if he's Lit
V.
He imitates
and Jigsaws don't click
But he stays a yellow
among the rest
A flower amidst the weeds
A stain amidst the cloth
A dot amidst, no line
He mouths No
I won't change for you
However I'll still be with you
A dove amidst the wolves
©The Pink Merman
June 14, 2015
6:47 PM
Pacific-Atlantis Mermen Journal
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