Categories: Art, Blogging, chronic illness, Creative Writing, Drawing, illustration, Poem, Poetry, Writing
I am especially disappointed in the misdirection of the tide,
That with its current had ensnared a careless pirate.
Whose treasured catch had been too heavy
for the ocean to keep,
And now pirate and treasure were a lie kept as a secret beacon of the deep.
“A lie kept as a secret beacon of the deep.” Now that is a head thumper for sure.